In the heat of his hands, I thought,
This is the campfire that mocks the sun.
This place will warm me, feed me and care for me.
I will hold on to this pulse against other rhythms.
The world will come and go in the tide of a day,
but here is his hand with my future in its palm.
#KEEP_READING 🙂 🙂
LOVE ❤ ❤