Resting Spot
Sometimes
it’s amusing,
the way you
try me on for size.
Tentatively,
your hands roam
from my
shoulder,
to leg,
to waist.
Your head falls
to my shoulder,
to lap,
to hip.
Searching for
a comfortable
resting spot
on the terrain
of my body.
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Soft and purposeful lines succeed. …and, I am just a tad jealous…really good poem!
Thanks so much!