he’s mine

he’s mine

a feeling, a truth

I’ll never

get used to

a warmth budding

in my chest

he’s mine

walking ’round the corner

seeing you sitting there

handsome, cute

so fully you

he’s mine

looking at your sleeping

face, all rest and being

he’s mine

holding me, smiling

into my eyes

arms around arms

he’s mine.

– 12/6

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