Not knowing what you held

Your arms around me all night
I woke to find me there
Cramped
Frightened
Not knowing what you held
Cramped
Frightened
By the tenderness holding me
And once my eyes opened on
Creation
Tearing through your face
In the act of come,
I didn’t know you looked like that

Alone.
Time.
Everything I love, I need to be
Hides in you.


[Elise Cowen {1933-1962}, 'Your Arms Around Me All Night', from Poems and Fragments]