your love is a place to rest.

i stand there staring if i should come to you,
touching you, icy metallic and cold.
a silent battle you won this time, i sit on you the way lovers very well do.
roll down my sleeves and rest my hand on your arm,
morning light, and its quiet, the birds are barely waking,
your squeaks and groans & my laughter are the only sounds in the making
all day not a word, our stories never told
you keep my secrets treasures of gray and gold
do you think of me when i'm not around?
firm and solid, your legs heavy to the ground
its my turn, legs soft and able, place to travel so far from home
you have no choice, cant call you a man
i take a while,
gettting up is hard to do.
my mind is stuck, but ive made it up
its no longer resting on you.
our time was well spent
and we both know we will meet again.
its tough
i know
even
though
you,
my
friend
are
a
chair.