Arm Fold
Our heads thrown back
as we lay on the grassy patch
as we hear the reeds russtle round the dripping fish pond
as the water lilies giggle
as your arm fold around my head in a caring cradle-hold
Our smiles understated
as we lick the morning sun
as we smell the sounds of the forest in the valley below
as the past of this place
nestles into the sunbeams of what lays abreast
Our hearts rythmically steady
as your arm fold sends me yearned-for-signals
of protection against the scars of old
as the hope of this minute dances circles
with the second of the pulse in the nook of your arm fold
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