A Melody, A Memory
His whispers,
Soft like a spider’s underbelly.
His touch,
That enters my heart and leaves out my spine.
Rib cages expand lightly,
Under the dim light of a sheet-covered window.
Eye lashes flutter against the pillows,
Like dusted moth wings.
He grips my very soul,
And hums lullabies with the beating of his heart.
Metal springs meet the ovals at the tips of our fingers,
As we explore the top bunk.
The light in his eyes shines the brightest
In the dimmest of times.
Healing hands around a mangled heart.
He fixes me with barbed wire
And stitches of comfort.
As we lay in the melody
Of one another's memories
By: Brandi Deacon
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