Assent

Sam2

My heart pivots to the left

Inches toward your salted lips

Waste not your breath

On confession

My hands already grip

The coattails

Of your eccentricity

My dirty nails

Having dug so deeply

Into your sympathetic chest

Do not seek

To cross-contaminate

Remain love

As you are

I lie in our bed

Still but for the raised pulse reaped

From an artless moon

You collapse in waves

Tears unfastening slowly

Wounds stinging sweetly

In my excavated palms

All delusions are pardoned

You sort of get 3 today well they were tied in my mind. Can you tell I am in the mood to snuggle with hubbie.  This is a picture of my husband years ago being silly, he is such an innocent person and I think this picture shows it lol