Rest

A poem of safety, and being seen

Copyright 2021, Ellie Brooke

I think of you,
When I rest my head in my bed, my bones
extra weary, and my heart as heavy as my feet
as they slide beneath the covers.
Won’t you come in?

I see you, already in my bed, and you turn
and pull me close and I breathe you in deep
and your skin on my skin makes…