Poetry without Angst? Can it Be???

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Woops

Packing sliced pears and berries,
tempeh and tomatoes,
My back is seizing up
so I lean against the wall

One shocking crash later
There’s a painting
off its moorings
A frame on the floor
and fear in the air

The rest of the clean-up
passes
in silence
tense and heavy

'til we leave
to catch a cab,

you with no coat on,

and me knowing too well

that I won't be back
for a while


*~*~*~*~*


Reverence

last night you smiled
when you saw me

You, who are so lovely,
so effortlessly,
touched my carefully braided hair
with something
like reverence
and called me
So Beautiful

You made my night,
I, who take two hours
to look this good
for you


*~*~*~*~*


Make Me an Angel

we wake up slowly,
light filtering through the windows,
the heat of your body still
seeping into mine

you make me pancakes
with strawberries
so sweet I can taste them
for all you're in the kitchen
and I’m lounging
on the living
room floor

by the time you hit the shower,
we're singing
together
two rooms of harmony
while you wash your hair

Angels from Montgomery and
Walking in Memphis
You kiss me in the doorway
before letting me go.


*~*~*~*~*


These turned up (finally). They pertain to the evening (and morning) after Sara's art show last Saturday. :-)

What a lovely time that was. :-)