Warmth is his hands,
Strong, stretched out,
reaching for her waist,
for someone to save,
for the stars.
Warmth is her smile,
Bright, spread out,
grinning for laughter,
for the hunt,
for victory.
Warmth is the lines between them
blurred,
crossed out,
unwritten
until you’re not sure
where one begins and ends.
Warmth is his heart
Still beating under ribs
that have seen lightning-
Warmth is her hands
reaching to comfort,
to save,
to steal back life from death.
Bright is their future,
and together,
it is full of warmth.
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