Braeden Sagehorn he/him/his
moments after your arms release
profound whispers
towards the heart
keep it beating
and as it marches on
the warmth of the body
hugs closer towards infinity
a warmth so unpronounced
that time itself stops
allowing for the heat
to finally sink in.
where does the warmth
go when the hug is gone
but out into the world
for others to enjoy.
this absence of heat,
this cold, is nothing
but love dispersed
among the many
creations here
on this great blue
ball.
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