Resting

You sit,
rather patiently might I add.
Your eyes are searching, rather patiently.
At least here, if nothing else,
you have let me see your sadness.
You cock your head and stare,

rather patiently, perhaps wondering,
if there is something in of me to settle
something restless in of you.
Have I mentioned I am here for resting?

You are beside me,
and you are patient as you let, the contours
of my body, settle over yours.
Your tall and lanky yours.
You sit, with patience in your eyes,
and cup my hands in yours, and rest my body
with your hands, your arms, your breathing.
Your patience.

Two different worlds,
for resting.

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"You can't sleep eh?"
And suddenly I can't sleep at all.
Didn't know you were so aware.

Why am I dreaming,
of my mother,
here?

"You can't sleep eh?"
I didn't know you noticed.