WHERE MY HANDS REST

Survival is only the beginning. In Where My Hands Rest, Aaron de Monbrun writes from the place after collapse - not the wrekage, not the fire, but the steadiness that follows it. These poems explore masculine restraint in a world that mistakes chaos for passion. They move through boundaries without aggression, intimacy without self-erasure, desire without dependence. Through brotherhood, work, silence, and the discipline of staying present with instinct says run. There is heat here. But it is measured. There is longing. But it is chosen. This is not a book about being saved. It is a book about standing inside yourself - fully - while allowing someone else to stand beside you. Not as rescue. Not as repair. As alignment.