GO HOME

Caressing
Gently, nonstop.
Hands like warm light,
Like being safe—
Like coming home.

Fingers tumbling across my scalp,
Through my hair,
Over my bubbles,
Down my neck,
Across my cheeks,
Thumbing my temple.

He is so warm. He is so kind.
All I can think is:
He loves me He loves me He loves me He loves me
He loves me He loves me He loves me He loves me
He loves me He loves me He loves me He loves me.

― Princess/002