Rest here

Incline your sleeping head, since you have come
Carrying so much dark past. I have not seen, I could not
Be there with you but I believe you, I trust you, though I'm blind, that the world
Does not have its own friends. Please rest here, along my body,
For my legs they are for it, and to walk, and to speak. Your face in
My protective lap, gentile gesture and breath,
Is already more than I deserve, vile woman.