winding down; rest easy

 

sing me a lullaby, my heart
open your heart, lungs
beat to inhale
hold the air i drink
pinched thighs, firm
and wide
rest upon
the hardened chair, feet
you've walked all day
on the road to nowhere
lift and lie among the equally
tired chair
hold your hand, fingers
hold it tight
as tight as fingers might
always run, run
on their own journey

lean back, back
back into padded chair
of squeaky ail,
its legs hold mine
expand great breasts and
pad the lungs
that held the air I drank, exhale
encase the breath
let it escape, incase
one should ever float
rest easy.
hold tight, stitches on dress
hold on;
blink forever,            eyes.

Reviews

[Misery]

A wonderful collage of the body settling for much welcomed rest after a day of wandering to and fro.
Very well done, dear poet.