My Poem “Holding” Published in Junto Magazine

Holding

You place the heel of my hand

against your brow

so that my fingers spread out

over the curve of your head

settling down into your hair.

I laugh. Why are you doing that,

I ask. To hold the top down,

you answer. It feels good

To hold your head like this –

large and round like a melon,

you say, solid and field warm.

I want to be your head

under my hand, feeling held,

contained, all there. I am

both me, holding, and you, held –

all one, all the same.

Our bodies shift in the dark

and my hand slips away.

You put it back. We cannot

have enough of this oneness –

and, feeling it, we do not sleep.

© Junto Magazine, 2017

Junto Magazine, December 2017