by lauren atkinson

The way that you stop the all of the cool air and chill of winter by grasping the tip of my ear between your thumb and forefinger making just that area so warm: sending that warmth through the nape of my neck then down my spine. your heartbeat makes me both anxious and calm with my other ear rested on your chest. But the rise and fall of your breathing keeps me present.

I get wrapped up in everything but us when really all I want is this