Smoke and Saffron

There were 12 panes

in the window facing West -

I counted them

as you slept

with my breasts in

your hands

I caught your smoke rings

with my painted red toes

and you laughed

at all the things

I didn’t yet

understand

You said my eyes were blue,

like agate lanterns,

I remember

-you cried

at my unfathomable softness

I knew that it was transient,

even then

But,

I willingly swam in your saffron sea

and

My hair is yellow – still

Lunatic

You may believe

that no one has seen
But the moon has

and
the moon and I are

best friends

I tell her all my secrets

she illuminates the night sky for our children,

listens to their songs

and
promises to bear witness

to your words.