Take my hand, draw
me to your warmth.Show me what youwant me to want.Unconfuse me. Simplify,eye to eye. I'm so tiredof being supposed to know.So show what you knowI want, what you want.Clearly you know. You knowclearly. Into your warmth I go--a room, a place, a bed, a world,a dream with walls and pillows,perfume, talk, and linen. Sotake my hand.
hans ostrom 2024
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 bringspecific memories ofour long time together.We're prone and holdingone another's fatedbodies, that's all,that's plenty. We'renot here to work outproblems. Or to achieve.We're here to hold.To hold on. To feel good.And rest! To let our mindsfloat as if on slow,salty harbor water.Here to step brieflyaway from pressuringtime & to shapea space in whichwe know we fit.