04/03/2025
In arms entwined,
I am the warmth, the hush, the home.
Not the giver, nor receiver—
Just the love that lingers in between.
I am the hush of hearts aligned,
The quiet place where souls unwind.
Between the sigh, between the skin,
I am where the light seeps in.
No hands to hold, yet I remain,
Soft as sunlight after rain.
Not the hugger, not the held—
Just the love where both have dwelled.
🌿🌱🌻🌊
