In His Room

Damon Penn Gilbert, Contributing Artist

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It was warm and windy against my cold skin
The few rays of sunlight fighting to breakthrough
The blinds.
My head lay motionless on his warm chest
the steady,
Calm rhythm of his heartbeat, watching one of the
Many romance scenes of “Titanic”.
Caressing the silky fabric of his t-shirt, his heartbeat
Is so beautiful and peaceful I could lay here with
Him forever.
Like when you see your baby for the first time,
And you never knew that something could be so
Precious, that you just hold it close to you and surround it
With all your love.
It was in this moment that I realized… I was in love.