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)

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