It Fits

By Chris Bunton It fits.It just simply does. My arm fits behind your head,as we lie on the bed, in the glow. Your head on my shoulder,comfortable and light. It fits.It just does. Staring at the ceiling;at the cobweb on the fan. Nobody cares. There are no thoughts,just reverie, and peace. Just to be. ItContinue reading “It Fits”

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