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)