Poetry

Your Arms Are Home

“I melted into your touch,
like your arms were home.”

I melted into your touch, like your arms were home. I wasn’t sure how you felt in that moment we collided in the night, but I knew where I was meant to be ā€” with you. I knew, together, we would share something few experience in this life. I could only hope you felt the same.

Ā© Sarah Doughty
2017

So please, tell me that you do.

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