let there be—
I struggle, she said, the night
crawling with the stars
sticksideness with the grass below
she is no other, the honey drunk
my love
my love my love
starry eyed
and sipping beer
and the smoothness of her skin
my lovely illustrated woman
I hear you singing in the hum of the air
without a breath
you who dance with me and love with me
lean with me and drink up this air,
it has a feeling, I say to her,
intense like
lazy flames dripping
down the sides of walls
NAMASTÉ, I say to her—
that piece of me that sees
the peace in you
I know that happiness of the wind that trails
into fields that are ripe and merry and filled with
bluestems like the radials of sunlight yellow
like the fallingdownwardfast feel of
driving in the hills
for a visit
like the plinkplinkplink of spring shower
on the windows of the sticky sweet apartment
with nowhere to go
and nothing to do
but to be with you.
-kmt
©2009
