Weeds

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