10/9/07

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.