Poem: Touches

What did we do

to find ourselves here?

Our skin cold

and numb with

desperate restraint,

but lightly touching and

pushing, among freezing

cold cushions.

We're drowsy from wine

and you doze on one side -

building suspense -

as you mumble

in my ear - cracking jokes

at my expense.

Every exhale is a 

tired laugh, and we're

suddenly so close

and warm,

with every breath

absorbed.

All sleep is broken

as our bodies press, 

full length - 

shoulder blades to breast.

This is not sex

but we're locked

with your toes

to my instep.

We sink together

and slowly bite back

the chill:

The hard black frost

that only this can heal.

And everything we've ever

been taught to be - 

wrong or right is

forgotten

in our grand passion as we

imagine 

tomorrow's fight.

Where did we spend

last night?

How could we

answer that?

This place is still

seeping through the touches - 

continuous creation - 

but firmly in 

our clutches.

You turn and hold me

tightly, the strength 

of our bodies

set. The only

movement: The fighting

in our

chests.

And slowly we sleep.

And all

intervening thoughts are

deleted

from this place - 

All I know is the feel

of your secure, firm, safe embrace. 

I wrote this poem after reading 'A Marriage in the Dolomites' by D. Nurkse, which you can read here:

It made me think about love in a pretentious and soppy kind of way, hence the soppy, pretentiousness of what I've just written. It sort of seemed like a straight forward love poem, but in the end, I thought it said something very profound about consciousness - that amidst great happiness you can resent each other. I read it thinking that they were happy with each other, but they resented each other because they were excluded from alternative happiness. 

That's what my poem is about, but with a happier tone. Although they are trying not to be in love "desperate restraint"/"The fighting in our chests". They give in to each others love "wrong or right forgotten in our grand passion"/"intervening thoughts are deleted"