Holding You
holding you
for a moment
my arms filled with you
resting in the hollow of your shoulder
thoughts respire sighishly
i remember this.
we fit
we fit and I thank the goddess
there is a place for me
beside you it is there
in the shape of your body.
your scent
like laundry on the line
wind from your mountains
clean sweet intoxicating
drifts me across your tenderness.
Copyright © Patricia Cresswell | Year Posted 2017
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