THE ARBOUR

Me_cafe_rougeby Jake Murray12 Sep 2014

THE ARBOUR

Fingers trace shapes
Touching skin so smooth
Like hills and fields hair
Splayed out behind your head
Like fire a miracle as you
Rest beside me drifting
Between waking and sleep
A miracle that calm and relief
Can lie so deep here now
Contours of arms and legs
Lullaby breathing in and out
To rock you to sleep with coupling
Journeys wide distances long
And battles done come to rest
Here snatched from the struggle
Of getting by tribulations
Still to come forget everything
Now remember nothing now
The only time is this moment
Of fingers playing on skin