Your tender petals never furled in earth
although you trace your heritage to seed.
A husband's touch may bring their fragrance forth
and balm the air as rich as wine or mead.
They gloss and salve the cupping palm with oil
and slide between a thumb and index, slip
a grasp as cunning as a moth and foil
a suit, with one coy turning of a hip.
Anointed with your sea-salt, tinct with spray
no ocean birthed, my hand's disconsolate,
my brow is ruddy, and my mouth is wet.
I cannot sleep with you so far away,
your shoulder like an island cold and gray,
and me so weathered, and so desolate.
(written 2001 or 2002)
I want you back, my beloved wife, whom I did not honor enough...(11.1.2012)
although you trace your heritage to seed.
A husband's touch may bring their fragrance forth
and balm the air as rich as wine or mead.
They gloss and salve the cupping palm with oil
and slide between a thumb and index, slip
a grasp as cunning as a moth and foil
a suit, with one coy turning of a hip.
Anointed with your sea-salt, tinct with spray
no ocean birthed, my hand's disconsolate,
my brow is ruddy, and my mouth is wet.
I cannot sleep with you so far away,
your shoulder like an island cold and gray,
and me so weathered, and so desolate.
(written 2001 or 2002)
I want you back, my beloved wife, whom I did not honor enough...(11.1.2012)
