When I Rest My Head....

when I rest my head
upon your chest,
I hear a butterfly
flap its wings
in a dance
on a gentle rose,
my being smiles,
and is lulled
into a stillness
that creeps up to me,
to hold me,
warm and close;



when I rest my head
upon your chest,
I nuzzle up to the hair
that holds my breath
and yours
for a moment,
my being sinks,
into the vortex
of emotions,
and I lose myself
only to find myself,
again and again;



when I rest my head
upon your chest,
I feel held within
the fragile, strong walls
of a safe nest
upon a tottering tree,
and I move
with the shifting ground -
rooted, as Life holds
and twirls me around
in a sacred dance
through fire.


when I rest my head
upon your chest,
I feel myself -
a child,
a woman,
and a man,
all at once -
in one breath.