Lie Still

Lie still

And love me,

Not in the way that you were taught

Or in the way that it used to be,

But in the way you need air to breathe.

Love me like a breath of fresh air,

Like a ray of light,

Like a mother's stare

Upon her newborn babe

Love me in the sea,

In the grass with the bugs and insects

Waiting for our picnic

Love me, oh do.

Now, there, forever!

Last like nothing has.

 

Andrew Wyeth, Turkey Pond 1944