Across the aisle you write your vows
To David or Richard or Steve
As your full lips form around my name -
I’ll hold you forever in mind.
Goodbye face and hair and eyes
Unobservant of my longing.
Let me in – uninitiated and weak.
Nourish me with your powerful words,
Soft on my skin like a nymph’s breath.
Envelop me in your robes and offer me
Confession. Make me believe.
My little monk, why quiver and
Twitch at my strong-soft caresses?
I pass my love through my fingers
And pull back your hood to see your
Blessing. Shower me with kisses
Unbidden by taboo as life
Spills from us, wasted on the sand.
This started off as three different poems that I felt were stubs to a longer story that hadn’t yet been forged. This will not be the last draft nor is it the first but it is a story I will often return to with a regret that I couldn’t tell it better.