Being with her is like
Stepping into the sunlight
After living in a basement apartment
With no windows
She makes me feel held
Like the way 6 year old me
Would hold onto ceramic figurines
Fragile treasures
I was lucky to touch
She treats my body
Like a collector caressing pages
Of a first edition
She swells like the ocean
Mighty and deep
But she rocks me gently
So I don't get seasick
Halls of my labyrinthine heart
Echoed empty
Too difficult to navigate
But she can walk through walls
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