Weeds
By beanzie
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your head rocks gently
on my chest
never still for too long
I can feel
that your ear
is uncomfortable
I can feel
that you want to wriggle
yet are afraid to
not wanting to
disturb the peace
of this moment
the irritant energy
rolls down your body
a foot twitches
I hold you tighter
my hand tinkering with
your delicate ribs
I want to push
a finger between them
pull up some weeds
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This is lovely Beanzie,
This is lovely Beanzie, welcome back.
Do you know the WH Auden poem - 'Lay your sleeping head, my love' ? Your poem reminds me of that. As a woman (not that Auden was talking about a woman) I love that feeling of lying alongside the man I love, with my head on his chest. You have captured that feeling perfectly.
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This delicate, lovely poem is
This delicate, lovely poem is our Pick of the Day. Please share!
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Clever
Who might be bold, or wise enough of individual soil structure to till pernicious weeds of the soul, those may yet inform and enrich roots that supports very being?
Lovely piece.
Best
L
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o dear
comment duplicated again.
Apologies
L
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