She sleeps
One fire-hot hand draped on my chest
Cool night air whispers in open window
Her heart beating
The time-stamp of the universe
Who is this curious
Woman
Who has attached herself to me?
In moments of triumph
In times of despair
She has always been there
Destiny’s tale was written
With her in mind
Massive stone sanctuaries
In Heaven
Still echo with the voices
Of gods
Who laid their plans
Constructing this very moment
The perfect design
As she nestles into me
Head resting on my shoulder
The comforting touch of God
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