Comfort 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
Your words
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.
Thank you, Jane!
Beautiful!