Rabbit Heart

Your heart, pressed against my ear,
Is racing
Like
A rabbit
Nerves.
Exhilaration.
Breathless wanting.

Fingertips ghost over skin
The line of your neck
Collarbones
The inside of your wrist.

You take my hand.
All uncertainty is mine
On your behalf.
You are sure.

The morning birds were singing when you slipped away.
I lay and listened to their chorus,
Fragile bodies
Belying voices so strong,
As they sing the rabbit home.

Bonnie Calderwood Aspinwall © 25th April 2018