hour eight

as we stand listening to another band

your arm draped across my shoulders

you gently touch my hair

and caress my neck

I lean into your chest, your chin

rests on my head, as the

music joins us, my heart

flutters with joy

2 thoughts on “hour eight

  1. Is hour eight the title?

    Tjis captures the moment when he showed a bit of gentleness and a sense of holding you almost like a claim and you opened yourself and nuzzled with a sense og belonging.

    Is this the one that first broke your heart?

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