Hold Me

Let me rest my ear upon your heart
and listen to the song it plays for me,
let me feel your lips brush softly on my hair
as you wrap me in this warm cocoon
where I feel whole.

Before we speak a single word,
before another breath is spent
and one more glance speaks more than nine 
softly fingered volumes, ancient bound, 
just hold me
in an embrace that speaks 
a language of its own.

Before you taste the sweet ambrosia
laced with heaven, on my lips,
and your kiss ignites a passion
uncontrolled,
before time resumes
in barely evident advance
the first thing I want you to do
is just hold me.



may 2007
Janet Reid





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