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RESUSCITATION
I put my head on your leg
You brush my hair with your hand
The fabric of your clothes
Is the place all tears land
We tend toward matched breathing
The way pendulums sync
Shared inspiration and
Expiration in ink
Reaching toward my back
You remove a heart
It was a kid’s sticker
And we are fine art
You called this
Cuddle meditation
I’ll title it
Resuscitation
You brush my hair with your hand
The fabric of your clothes
Is the place all tears land
We tend toward matched breathing
The way pendulums sync
Shared inspiration and
Expiration in ink
Reaching toward my back
You remove a heart
It was a kid’s sticker
And we are fine art
You called this
Cuddle meditation
I’ll title it
Resuscitation
Published 25th Apr 2020
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25th Apr 2020 3:03am
26th Apr 2020 3:54am
Thank you. I'm putting whatever comes... out there, often unsure of it. The feedback is really useful.
