You lay back in my arms
With your head in my lap.
Your face is pressed close to my side
As your hair falls freely across my leg.
There’s a smile on your lips,
And your eyes, though closed,
Are alive with the thoughts
Which are racing through your mind.
I softly caress your cheek,
And your smile broadens.
My fingers slowly, purposefully,
Trace a path along your neck,
Then come to rest upon your shoulder.
A slight shudder goes through you,
Then you open your eyes.
In them I see trust, yet fear,
There is joy and sorrow, love and doubt.
You close them to me once again.
You take my hand within your own
As if to comfort me, or yourself.
Already I have seen too much;
You’re not prepared to open up.
Someday I’ll know just how you feel.
For now I’ll be content with this.
Jan. 6, 1990
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