Arms

I've Always had a thing for arms. This is one of the other poems I wrote Sunday night. A remembrance of a past love, and a quiet night, from my wilder younger days. :-)

Arms

Your arms around me,

holding, reassuring, protecting

and comforting me.

Head on your chest, listening

to you, and me.

Tracing the curve of your muscles

lightly with my fingertips.

Failing in the fight to fall asleep

aided by the weight

of your forearms wrapped

around my body.

I felt protected, strong

and calm

with you whispering

words sweeter than any song

lyrics or poetry

into my hair. You paused,

pressed your lips to my head,

and smiled. I wanted

to stay awake listening

and feeling you and the weight

of your arms all night.

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