On Being Found

I dreamt you pulled me down

to rest my head upon yours

we talked of trivial nothings

the comfort of that familiarity

becomes even greater

when I am finally

in your arms

everytime I sought to pull away

you returned me close again

there was no sense of entrapment

only of being cloistered in your tenderness

against the spinning madness

of the world

skin to skin

we tell each other everything

never revealed to anyone else