his eyes alight,
crossing to me
i reach out
stroke his cheek
he catches me
in his embrace
with strong arms
wrapped around me
lifting my feet
off the ground
holding me tight
he twirls us
as if spinning
the earth itself
our small world
set in motion
-august 24th 2018
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