Fill It With Comfort

Falling slowly

sinking in a green cotton mount

red in colour

warm with warning

the songs sing aloud

mind numb and

mind free from


quiet and alone in a heated mass

sleep arriving

you departing

dressing for dinner –

undressing in another sinking green

blonde mass and golden trees


They move with ease.

Here now

is a place for two

your body –

your stone next to me

feel you, see you

Touch of a heartened wound

you fill it with comfort


like no one is watching

flying in tandem

the dream that takes flight


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