repose

even in repose his mind somersaults 

to every word she speaks

every moment transfixed 

in the quiet of his hold 

with quill he navigates 

to the secret garden they own 

beneath a midnight moon 

each psalm she once spoke 

becomes breaths stolen 

parading along paths 

fingertips to fingertips 

where she once walked alone 

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