Words from the mind of
Hurshel 'todolos' Dunn
A redditor
Two bodies on a dark bed
appear singular.
Fused.
She astride he.
Her head, his chest.
Her legs curled under ribs.
She, slumbering, sinks
into his metronomic breathing.
His breast rises and falls;
she dreams of the ocean.
He lies awake
looking.
His arms a circlet around his world.
Sweat on their skin has dried,
lightly bonding one to one.
They breathe.
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