Witnessing intimate moments
I am reminded that such small gestures feed the souls of humanity
Like so many wretched mouths
With palms upturned and eyes that plead
For a glimpse of what is in this seemingly stark room.
Washing your lover's back gently
As he lies, confined in sickness,
These four walls contain the only truth that matters
And my own heart is healed for having witnessed this.
this is a test
14 years ago
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