img_3475Comfort me.

Lay your hand, your touch

On me

Until it feels heavy

Until it stops this feeling

This knot in my stomach.


Lay love

On me like a quilt

Like the ones

In my grandmother’s chifforobe

Taken out one by one

Smoothed out with her hands.


Each one

Pieced together with care

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Let them join one

To another with the same

Care and unity of purpose


Weighted down

‘Til my bones no longer ache

Your love becomes

A physical thing

I can’t move

For the restraint of.


Warm me

With soft feelings

Worn by time

And yet, just as desired

As the day

You first said them.


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