Poem: The Night


Alone together just this side of dawn,

you asked the questions and I traced my answers

on your smoothed body parchment

with just enough paint and inspiration

to reach the end of a line before turning back,

ready to start all over again.

I wrote my hope on your shoulder blades,

feeling the muscles taut like dancing strings

and etched my fears on your lower back

until you opened your eyes like a princess

lifting a pair of gleaming gemstones

out of a secret drawer.

The prying sun brought back the same old doubts,

but by then the night had nothing more to say.

 

 

(from The God in the Box, Agàpe Publications, 2003)

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s