After Midnight, Unrest

I watch your fitful sleep and imagine
reaching into your chest, lifting
the chainmail of anger from around
your tender and tattered heart,
cupping that tired muscle
in my warm hands, unraveling
my atoms, letting them flow over
and into your flesh, knitting closed
the wounds I’ve caused until you feel
only peace.

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