Perhaps
you divined
everything, each word,
is musically inserted
in the bonds tween us
Them
those
poems that untie with
shoelace knots so quick
reveling, seeing her bare back,
is but a bridge over waters
that demands crossing,
for a mid-way joining
When the night is dark,
trembling, each, we stand
by each other, tumble &
fall where we stand
Anyone can see, our unique
trinity, the admixture of
she-me-us, as we untwine
rolling downwards
on a staircase to Heaven,
Nothing makes me wonder
more; she is east, smoothie~polished,
me rough hewn from cacti
and dusty dirt, the only thing
polished is the tune, sung to her,
much practiced, strummed upon
her cheeks, hummed into her soul
If
I had a box of wishes,
they would each be a
song that we sing, that
made angels cry
you should be able to divine
exactly which songs were heard
while scribbling this