Not repeating

Not repeating

I finally realised you were a good friend
when I smoked too much at the party,
stumbled up the stairs to find you
drunk and dancing up against the kitchen cupboards.

You held my head under your collar bone,
spread your hand flat across my jaw
breathed in and tipped your head back
to find room for my shoulders under your ribs.
You didn't care who was staring
said it felt like you were holding a horse.