Safe
A quiet car ride
With me in your arms,
Up against your chest.
Your hand rests
On my head.
My head is found
In the crook of your neck.
Every road bump
And wild swerve,
Your grip tightens.
You make me feel
Safe and relaxed.
Not just in
The height of your protectiveness.
It is rare for me
To find company
Where I feel no pressure
To speak or fill silence.
You welcome my silence,
Accepting of it.
I feel at ease
When I’m with you.
Copyright © Micheala Ruth September | Year Posted 2023
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