asleep in my arms – by Rob Wallis

asleep in my arms

he breathes

into a snuffled dream

his head a cushion

for my chin

as I lean in

smell his sweaty secrets

 

cuddling him

won’t be enough

to save us

from this delirious world

its cankerous delusions

but when he stirs

clings tighter

our breaths eased

into breathless singularity

this intimate moment

puts the apocalypse on hold

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Rob Wallis’s fifth poetry collection, Caught Jesting, was published recently by Birdfish Books. His poems have appeared in various magazines and anthologies.

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