Safe Heaven
Everyone talks of the face, the lips, the eyes.
But I want to talk of your chest,
your wide, firm chest
to talk of your
strong shoulders
spreading down elegantly, from the sides of your neck.
Your warm chest beckons me,
every time I see them.
I run like a possessed soul, into their safe heavens.
I soak all its tenderness
to nourish my famished heart.
25/4/2021
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Short StoryShort Story Collection. I am starting this book with one story right now. I will keep updating as I write new one. The book cover is made by talented @COFFSYRUP.
