I offer a place

Not to go to

But into

A place to hide

But not hide from

A warm, safe place

To rest your head

Against my chest

Sleep as though

A hundred years

Had passed

A pocket

Of warmth


Bring your broken soul


Speak freely

In heart’s language

Stroke the fur of my chest

And breathe with me

Tell me all that you

Hold within you

It was stitched

By my warm, rough hands

My warm, rough voice

My soft, warm lips

Come, enter freely

You are safe and



To be handled

With knowing care

A vulnerable strength

And offered the chance

To not feel wrong

About a single word





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