Weeds

By beanzie

Fri, 22 May 2026
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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

 

Certificate PG
Poem

Comments

Submitted by GlosKat on

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.