Apr 162012

Your hands prepare a night for us together–
Candles and glasses, the eats chopped and prepped;
How carefully, how thoroughly, I am in your debt!
The bed turned down, the rum-topaz light soft as feathers.
A hundred times I have walked around you, sighing,
While you hung up the moon and arranged the plates,
Preparing even the corners of our life until very late.
And all I can think to do is undress you, and kiss your feet, crying.
My gratitude fills me, like wetness in cactus–
Don’t let my sharp whiskers deceive you!
Inside I am sweet and full of grateful dews.
That you should live our life so intently…. Without practice
You throw love everywhere like streamers from a spotlight,
And happiness explodes in me like a burst piñata.

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