His Heart,
metallic, caged, metal, beating, humming.
Banging against his chest, like a drum,
on a rainy day.
His warmth, as if he has never spent a day in the winter,
pressed against me,
holding me close, pulling me closer,
into the comfort,
of his welcoming arms.
And the beating of that drum
initiating the other,
to bang along.
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