Love's Equation---for Michael
Hope the phone bill isn't too high.
All he did last week was call
me from out of town.
Today he finally came home with
three red roses so I made him
twelve blueberry muffins.
For hours we kissed under moonlight
touching his mouth with my tongue...
that electric tongue.
I put his two suitcases away
telling him to please be careful
with my clean floor.
Maybe one million times
I've told that man not to
make such as mess!
After twenty years, who's counting?
Present
You gave me
five brown pods
to grow in
my garden bed.
I put them
in a glass jar
with my locket.
Five brown pods
winding through
heaven. Weaving
night with winter
wishes for wisteria.
In a flower dress
wandering over
perfumed fields
I sleepwalk
searching for
my golden locket
and your embrace.
To Michael
In this city with seven million shouts,
cars honking, helicopters circling,
trains rumbling by. In that rush of day
as the sun pours down, we escape
to the beach, to our ocean.
I brought you three sea oats.
You gave me fields of wild flowers,
amid coffee cups, five hour talks.
To Michael flying, Michael riding…
Michael who haunts the streets
of New York, who lies awake all night
in Boston and roams San Francisco.
To Michael who sees with the
third eye, I give you my love.
In this city with seven million shouts,
cars honking, helicopters circling,
trains rumbling by. In that rush of day
as the sun pours down, we escape
to the beach, to our ocean.
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