Day 8

He faces me
I can hear him breathe
His hair fans out underneath him pillowing his hard head
He never tosses or turns, never puts his back to me
He faces me; doesn’t touch me
And I have never found so much comfort in remaining untouched before
I lay; a precious piece of porcelain beside him
Bask in the soft breeze of his sleepy breath
He faces me

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