Love Poem by Malcolm Povey
Your head in my arm
and my arm about your head.
This world of peace
Our movement made
How wide is it?
For now, as the flow subsides,
And thought begins to gust,
I ask, how many have stood
For ever on the banks, lacking
The heart, or the chance to swim?
I think of the millions
Enfolded, and the millions
Rigidly alone. Of the nights
when our bodies warm the bed.
And I keep my arm about your head,
Though your skull digs into the bone.
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