Dreaming in Poetry; Waking in it, Too
You keep a book face down and open on your desk
to the few pages written by you.
You perch things like this,
in your peripheral, ask me to take
a few steps to the side.
You walk to the garden
and stand in the spotlight
of the flack of sun in the fence slats.
You are always bent
with the brunt back of work,
beehive holes burnt through
the black plastic-paint of your Bic.
This body begs to be worked by you,
in the morning’s smallest
cobblestone sun-spots falling hard
on our blades of curling shoulder;
in the morning’s last moments of soft love,
before you realize again all that needs doing.
When you curl my hand
around your thumb like a pen,
kiss each fingernail
like each soft bone of this body stings.
“dreaming in poetry; waking in it, too” is a poem I wrote in 2019. It was published in Green Light Literary Journal, which you can read online.