Literature
Everglow
He is small gestures and looks
Almost imperceptible, shy and fleeting.
A tilt of his head, the sigh of his breath
And all of his agonized raging.
He is turbulent,
He is the calm within the storm,
To me he is more than he could ever know.
He is the strength that I desperately need
When I am weak beyond words.
He is the sheltering arms
That I may hide within,
If only to press my face against his chest
To catch the scent of his being.
He is strength and pride,
Stubborn and brash,
Bold, and he falters not.
He is the first night we made love,
He is the silence before dawn as I lie awake in his arms,
He is ever ready,
The tension of the bow,
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