Sunday, February 14, 2016

Putting the Kids to Bed Valentine

for my Alisha

Christianity’s End Times? Bedtime lasts longer
and nobody knows its day or hour, either. Waiting
for the rhythm of slow and steady breaths to seep

under the boys’ bedroom door and rescue us from the weak
and ruined state of never enough pillow talk or spooning

or hurry up and lock the door – all of which eventually lead
to the warm slumber of some part of your body touching
some part of mine – makes me finally understand the depth

of character required for Jews to just keep waiting for their Messiah.
And, since this Valentine has taken a decidedly religious tone, pray,

please, for the forgiveness of my just-fell-asleep-midnight-leap-
from-bed-to-hush-another-child vocabulary. You do that
and I’ll give thanks that I’m blessed to lose sleep with you.

Saturday, February 6, 2016

I saw the sun turn toward her

as she walked barefoot in the wet grass.
It was pleased to kiss her cheeks just pink,

and I was pleased to see the spark of her
for the very first time. I imagined us sharing

a blanket and bread and laughter
until the attentive light left us alone

and I ran my fingers through her twilit hair,
entirely captivated by the deepest blue

of her eyes and trembling as she let me
lean upon her breast and breathe.

First appeared in Uppagus - February 2016