Rest in the arms
the weight we carry
is love
(from Song, by Allen
Ginsberg)
I remember the hard muscles
of your thighs
across mine,
your arm heavy on my breasts.
I am pinned
by you,
a little afraid
of your bulk on me
but as I lie here
hardly able to breathe
I don’t want
you to move.
I am comforted by this load
this holding
that I thought would never be again.
While our warm bodies cool,
exposed
by a dragging
duvet
I watch moon patterns
on the wall
striped shadows of
blinds
and I think of Ginsberg –
the
weight of the world
is
love
and as I know I won’t sleep yet
I try
to recall more words
the
burden of life
is
love
I hear the steadiness of your breath
as you sleep on me
rest
in the arms
of
love
First published here: https://thewriterscafemagazine.wordpress.com/2018/02/13/the-writers-cafe-magazine-issue-5-love-music/
Breakfast in Bed, published by Indigo Dreams, Autumn 2019. https://www.indigodreams.co.uk/jackie-biggs/4594692749
