Refuge (I)

We sit together
and
you ask for nothing.

I close my eyes
and
it feels like I’m lying
on a bed of moss
in soft, warm woodlands
and
the rain is pouring
through me.

I offer no resistance
and
let it take everything
and
wash every piece of me
away.

I open my eyes
and
ask you for nothing
and
the rain washes you
away.