From a long walk across a
fallow field for 40 years.
a coming home. — a homecoming
at that moment I put my hand
on your bare belly —
That first night together,
where everyone we’ve ever known –
whispered in our ears — full of clamoring.
Drunk with love — we think we love alone.
“I like that I can talk to you about this kind of thing.”
I hear prayers in the silence of your kisses.
so we dance all night till the lights
of the Eiffel tower flicker
We walk together in silence,
a bright silence,
like Monet’s water lilies