Crafty crafty!

The aftermath of an evening of craft

It is an ache that will take days to get over.
There is no escape, and even good posture
has its limits. I am hunched and weighted,

my back is bearing the brunt but it is not
the only casualty of love. Last night my cheeks were warm
and through duvet openings into dreams I witnessed

what it might actually take to get to where I'd want to be:
by your side, but underneath. Giving just to give
and always being for you. Too much.