Updated: Feb 21
So soft and warm you are laying there on my legs.
Hugging my thighs with both arms as if they were a pillow under your head.
I like the pressure of your body's weight.
It presses me down to the bed,
and I start to breath.
Maybe the impermanence is what makes it invaluable,
But I beg you to not let go in any time in the future.
Because I feel as soon as you do,
-(I know it's not true, but broken bones never really heal the same and the idea of the pain is more scary than the pain itself)-
Disillusion will lift me up
And smash me against the ceiling of my own room.
And I will go unconscious and fly off in the opened window that I forgot to close.
And I'll have nothing to grab onto.
But for now gravity works.