On Peace

Imagine, if you will,
Two people, legs entwined
Under layers of blankets that
Almost shut out the chill
Of the winter’s morning air
Seeping relentlessly in through
The panes of the window above.

Her head rests on his shoulder.
His hands are against her skin,
One at the small of her back
And one resting on her hip.
Their breaths commingle,
Hers warm on his chest while
His inspires wisps of her hair
To dance above her brow.

Soon the call of the waking world
Will be too insistent to ignore
And they will begin to stir.
But for now there is no world,
No worry, no hunger,
No need for anything more
Than the beat of his heart in her ear,
The rise and fall of his lungs
Beneath her fingertips.

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For Café Writing February Project, Option Six: hands, imagine, people
And Monday Poetry Train Revisited