Content

Content.

Suffering the seasonal 

absence of love, alone

breaking the drought,

a long period, sustained.

He found solitude

in her sex below,

undisturbed, unspoilt,

privacy, peace

with his head

on her waist,

lying there content.

He felt he belonged.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

as emma said..."belonging is the perfect place"

could not have said it any better...there is that peacefulness of lying one's head upon another---a true intimacy in that.

[andrew mitchell]

Yes Emma's line is a lovely one a perfect line! Thanks J.

[emmajoy]

What a calmness of 'Content'; words placed just so. Seems so simple when one knows both question and answer. Belonging is the perfect place.

[andrew mitchell]

Your line " belonging is the perfect place" is a beautiful short poem in itself, such brevity!!:):) Thank you for your words emmajoy