Your Fingers
Laura Jorgensen
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I feel your fingers against mine
Upon my ribs, upon my tongue
Passing over the countryside of my arms
Listening for the whisper of my veins
Beneath your hands I am calm
Within your lungs I find my air
Curled inside of your body, how could cold ever find me?
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You are the Sun to my leaves
Beneath your eyes I am safe
Within your heart lies my beat
Sleeping tucked inside your arms
Only good dreams will take me