Just two people holding
each other on a bedfor some minutes in eternity.
It's an ancient, common,
immediate act--warm.
Only vaguely do we bring
specific memories of
our long time together.
We're prone and holding
one another's fated
bodies, that's all,
that's plenty. We're
not here to work out
problems. Or to achieve.
We're here to hold.
To hold on. To feel good.
And rest! To let our minds
float as if on slow,
salty harbor water.
Here to step briefly
away from pressuring
time & to shape
a space in which
we know we fit.
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