Sanctuary


Lay your head to my chest.
It feels naked without you,
As if I had forgotten my sweater.
The nestle of your hair beneath my cheek
Is a sanctuary for my heart.
To not know you, not feel you there,
Is to feel imbalanced,
As if a hand had never stroked mink,
Or a tongue had never known garlic or chocolate.
Your ear to my heart...

Is it my heart that is listening to your love?