Contentment

by Cassandra McGuire

Through your skin I’m home.
Your hand on the nape of my neck
Releases all the disquiet.
Exhale and return to centre.

Memories of the air
Biting my aching bones
And the Screams hung in the air
Un jour, je pensais que c’était tout ce qu’il y avait.

But now, in this pristine quiet
I can close my eyes in peace.
Your palm radiates warmth
And through your skin I’m home.  

Cassandra McGuire lives in Bielefeld, Germany.