Secure

I sit, soft and warm, woollen head and resting
Seven sits opposite, writing and enthused, she glows
Softly strong light, filters through the room
Clothed now, my love passes, but memory of breast beats by
Rain blows and swirls in night’s repelled collapse
And here, in her compelling shelter, I swim
One’s world in all glory’s familiar

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