beauty, love, lust, poetry, women

Rest Against Me

Rest against me,

I offer benign silences

An attentive ear

To hear the patter of your


The rushing winds of your


Sometimes a balmy breeze,

Other times, your cries rattle

The windows in their frames,

But no pots

Or pans to catch the deluge,

Just my hands,

My mouth,

My body turned into

Shelter and temple,

How far you have travelled,

And how welcome a guest you are,

The play of light

In your eyes,

The dance of sound,

In your voice,

And how much

Beauty can be contained

In such a frame

Let us be gifts

Offered freely,

To one another.

My fingers tremble

To unwrap you


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