This Moment

The limpness of her limbs.

The heft of her head sinking ever deeper into my shoulder.

The sweetness of her post-bottle breath.

The lengthening, decreasing pace of her respirations.

The warmth created between our chests.

The feel of her chin as she nestles into my beard.

The trickle of the joyous tear that falls down my cheek.

This–this is life.

Living. Loving. Sustaining.

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