Tulipeae - M.b.

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wales

my lover is sleeping right beside me. he is sleeping on his side and his arm is slowly moving up and down with each breath, and i am wondering if he is cold, because his arm is bare, but he shouldn't be because it is summer and we are inside and the air inside is warm enough. his arm is smooth, soft, and his hair too, and i want to touch it but i won't because i don't want to wake him up even if he would tell me that it is okay to wake him up and that i can always wake him up even if he didn't get much sleep last night (i woke him up) and is so tired that he cannot keep his eyes open even for a minute. his hair is soft, and his arms are big, just like his hands and his feet and his heart. he is tall and his shoulders are broad, just like his back, and it is easy to forget that he is just a boy — he is a man, a tall man with a deep voice who takes care of me, kisses me on my forehead and tells me everything is going to be alright, but he is also a boy, in need of care and love and someone who holds him in their arms and tells him that he is going to be alright too. my lover is sleeping right beside me. he is tall and his shoulders are broad, just like his back, and it is easy to forget — but important to remember — that big boys need to be little spoons at times too.

            ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎— my lover is sleeping right beside me by m.b.

Harald Oskar Sohlberg (Norwegian, 1869--1935)

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edna st. vincent millay, what savage blossom