I lie bound on my king-sized rack
Now no longer a place of rest
Hands clench and fumble the quilt
Heart knotted, alone and afraid.
Mind racing, the unbidden crowd
Snatches, work-sets, unneeded analyses
Conflicts, galls of failed loves
Sweep them away, sweep them away.
Yes, I know the core of disquiet
Masked by crossed, entwined anxieties
Easier to deal with, not life-threatening.
Struggling, I face the worst and flinch.
Calm, I must, I will, be calm.
Let my mind have its will
Fly to what I value best
Most want, most fear not to have.
So, my Love! Oh, my Love!
Mind-pictures capture, enrapture me
A dark head on a pillow, the line
The form of hip and leg outlined.
You lie curled in deep quiet
Pulse barely throbbing in your throat
Planes of your face relaxed, so soft.
Now turning, your slim length straightens.
Fingers curled, your right hand
Lies out-turned beside your cheek
Revealing taper of arm to wrist
Perfect place for lips to brush.
I want you and so to hold you
But more, oh how much more
To watch you sleep, to watch you sleep.