so much here
in this bowl of
soup
resting on a cold
countertop
the curtains
are still closed
late autumn
works its magic
somewhere beyond
them
months or years
ago
it is summer
and we entangle ourself
in the shade
only coming inside
to
press
our bodies
against the warm
countertop

old hands
dry

you put
lotion on them

intimacy of touch
& silence

i am old
dry hands & wrinkles

longing
for your touch

& the
intimacy of silence

full moon tonight
it was shining
so intensely
when i got up
sometime in the
early hours
i couldn’t
fall asleep
i thought maybe
i’d make tea
and sit for awhile
watch the day
come in
i see the day
as a sort of tide
it rolls in and
then out and
so few notice
i thought i’d
sit and witness
the exact moment
when it rolled in
for the day
as i did only
once before
we were supposed
to make love
under the full moon
it was a clear sky
in august
nice and warm
a gentle breeze
we thought we’d
wake up
go to the porch
and make love
it would’ve been
the first time
in our relationship
what a perfect
first time
i waited for you
to wake me
we decided on
3 in the morning
but you didn’t arrive
i gave you
the task
i waited
and waited
then the day broke
and our full
moon left us
the tide rolled in
and i
watched it do so