For love.

Is there anything softer
to lay your head
than a lap,
the thighs
seated, folded, at rest?
anything more comforting
than the warmth of a tummy
when lounging on the sofa?
Is there anything more familiar
than the subtle rise and fall
of the chest
with each breath?

We are the trees
the wind
and the river
to love and be loved
just for the sake of love

and not for the size or smoothness
of a shoulder
the firmness of a tricep
nor the tautness of the neck

the body, the dirt, grass
the field
a safe place to land
our worries
the rain and sweltering sun
how welcome all of it is
when we know
we were made
for love