they walked into her room
through his door
and wrapped each
other’s skin around themselves
without a scratch,
an open palmed sanctuary, where nobody flipped out
ran for the door,
they just stood there
marveled at their luck.
That they could search
hot and sweaty
entangled in an easy complexity
that soothed their marrow
sang their song. – Steve Thomas
The Strength of Flowers Steve Thomas Paperback | Aug 2018 in store$9.50
