After making love we share an orange in bed.
Without a word, you lift a naked slice to my lips.
From your hand the scent of delight comes drifting up.
I feel its dampness, its freshness and its ever-ness
all at once. Outside the window, the sun sets slowly
into our mouths, and we kiss with so much fervor
to stop the color from changing in this room.
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Some days I want to be loved,
but cannot open my mouth.
A Conjugation of Love
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Many Years Later
You still sit beside me as I rested after a long day,
brushing my hair out of my face.
At dusk we go into the kitchen,
you wash the lettuce and tell me about your day,
I laugh, forget things, and cut carrots into funny shapes.
And there are breadcrumbs and spilled wine on the tablecloth,
we still haven’t quite figured out how to be better at this,
but in the fading sunlight we are learning, God we are learning.
Before falling asleep
I look for your hand to touch mine.
Love is not difficult.
Not difficult at all.
California
for Li
The moment you came close I knew
there was an ocean inside you
that I will soon drown in. I could
forget everything but the sunshine
in your skin, still warm, still warm
on my tongue.
No matter what happens, my love,
your body will forever haunt mine –
all I have to do is breathe,
and I return to you, a land
where red poppies and I bloom.
And when I kissed you in the rain,
vulnerable yet alive, the sky
was no longer a sky,
and your name
was no longer a name.
Lately
I have been writing about us,
fervently, constantly, and endlessly,
so we don’t one day become memories – ashes
of a great fire that once burned down an entire city
in my chest.
Touch
my hand,
a few inches above your shoulder, a gesture,
a hesitation, a tired bird looking for a nest.
How infinitely close the Earth is to her beloved Sun.
How infinitely far you are to my uncertain touch.
Hug
Some days, the hollow
of my right collarbone misses
the beat of your heart so much.
Hey
Remember that night we sat on your doorsteps
talking after the party. Your hair was longer
back then; I had wine stains on my sundress.
You said it felt good to be here, and I
laid my head on your shoulder. Remember
we were laughing. Remember we laughed
so hard that even the sky chuckled,
and then the clouds parted,
and love,
raindrops, and lips
fell.
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