Saturday, February 18, 2012

winter love

your kisses were so gentle
that I mistook them
for the snow falling softly,
decorating the branches.
I mistook your touch for the wind
moving through the bare trees.
you were the winter itself
stealing upon me.
how restful it is,
to be in your arms.
how calm it is
like stone.
your heart
is a pale moon.
you aren’t afraid
of the night pressing
on our skin
of silent fields.
you brought me the love
that makes spring possible.

let me confess

let me confess
my humble love
grown of earth
no flower
more practical sustenance
a spear of corn
no red color
(except at the root)
pale yellow
like butter
kernels pressed
tight together, like
baby’s toes
slender body
wrapped in
translucent silk
paper husk
let me confess
my humble love
let me nourish you
like all good things
born green
born of earth