Untitled-Sanctuary

[An assignment in the class I'm currently in had us write a poem about a sanctuary we have. I had a hard time with this because I don't know that I really have one. The first go through I wrote about the place between dreaming and asleep. My prof thought it was too abstract. So I went with the following. This is a first draft, but I liked it enough to share]

Untitled-Sanctuary

He puts his hand along the side of our faces,
as if he’s blocking out a bright light.
“When you do that,” I say,
“I pretend that time stops,
like we’re invisible.”

He puts his hand against the small of my back
and runs his finger down
as if he’s tunneling in the canal
along my spine.

He puts his arms around me,
I fit like a cub, as my hands sit on his chest
“If I could fly,” he says,
“I’d take you across the ocean and sit you
down on a canal in Venice.”