Still
It's that after sex
After a mad dash
After a days hard labor
Where you're quiet, content.
Still
Hints of a Pounding
A deep quivering thrust
Then a
heart beats last giant push
Like A
dying fish's last jump
Moving agaist the water
Lovingly
Still
It's not for not.
It's a cool sheet's touch.
It's a walk in the fog
Knowing your way
Waiting happily at the end.
Still
That low murmer
Like a babies sleeping rumble
Or a winds wrestling a rock
Or a pedals loss of color
Still
To be still and all
Presentable
