Give me the odd bits of you,
the off-angled, the childhood fears,
the wake-in-the-night wants…
and I will stir them in a pot with mine.

They will make a thick stew
we can eat together, in safety,
before we sleep, face to face,
our warm, full bellies touching.

Peregrine

(via KEW)

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