Do it True.

This  Part

he’s sitting on my toes
melting their ice-
that Love I have.

strong hands that
cradle  the feet I drop in
his lap during slow evenings.

lips that chase
my cheek
shoulder
nose that seeks the
nook of my neck

holder of the
lungs that quietly move
his chest up and
down at night.

as I nest
next to my sleeping
half.

I sometimes wonder where he
came from
Mars, or some planet
that manufactures
beautiful souls.

it does seem
that.

his is forged from
gold.
Oh I Am
so
lost.

in.
him.

Love,

Muse

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