mimicking my steady clasp on your hand
neither one drains away even with the heaviest waters
my secret reassurance
that you are here to stay
hoping that you'll ask me not to leave
and wrap me between your legs
my skin, a stronger vice than blankets
that lay down in vulnerability
since I would flee the dull orange of morning
if I didn't know brown eyes would still hold my stare
and smile back
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