For my father, in response to your letter

Haunt them
Remind them
Of what they've done

A ghost

Carries the strongest truth sword
Because she is already done
With chaos and bullshit

You did
Abandon us

At 17 you told me
With your mouth
That you left us there
On purpose
To make us stronger
Knowing how bad it
Was

That is
Abandonment

And a lie. I believe you tried
And failed

And made a story
To help you feel better

You are kind.
Kind?
No, love. You are judgmental
Distant
Distracted
Detached

You promised me
Ear piercings
A class ring
Help when my first child was born
Support when my husband died

You try and are so
Afraid
Of everything

So broken

I know why. And I do not believe
Your reasons are enough
And there are no excuses
You've taught me precious little
But you you taught me
that

You've never seen me
You've never touched me
You can judge me till time melts
And it means
Nothing

Your genes made me
Our history fills my bones
And sings songs to my sleeping
Soul

There is nothing
To replace.
You
Have
Never
Been there.

Did you brush my hair? Even once?
Do you know the name of
My first love?
Do you know what it sounds like
When I cry?
Have you felt me melt into your embrace?
No? Well, you are not
Have never been
A safe place.

And you certainly did
Abandon me
And my kids
And with that, worst of all
Your family
Your future
Your blood. They will not lose. You will
You already have

But it's ok, here.
Im used to it.
Honestly?
It's all you've ever done

And I have a gift.
I'll tell your ugly story
Over and over
And continue to pass down
All
The healing
I can

I will be the one to haunt them
Remind them of their burdens
And their blessings, all.
We are strong enough to face your
Fears
Even if you
Are not

Blessed be
You son of a bitch

Until you are
I
Am a ghost

Still (For L)

I took some of your pain
It was food for me
Trying to help you heal
I pulled it from your heart
And forgot
To put it down

We were lying together
Side by side
Skin to skin
And I laid my hand upon your chest
And was enfolded in
Black

I do not believe you wanted
To let it all go.
It has become your shroud.

I have a secret for you, though.
You are not dead

Your shadow, she broke me
I have practice being broken
And still

Still I have struggled to breathe
Because you would not see me
You would not feel me, though I let you
Touch me.

How many nights
Did we lay upon upon my bed, you
Nibbling my belly ring?
Laughing and touching
Becoming
Something beyond
Who we are in the flesh

We always have choices.
Our souls were never
Merged and still
Still it hurts. For love
She knows no rules

And I loved you. Love you
And release you
Not because I want to
But because wanting you
Is killing me

You promised
In the dark
In the day
In bed and
On the phone
That you would never
Leave

And still, you did.

Even as I accepted the crumb
You could offer
Still, you felt that was

Too much.

Still
If you called to me
I would let you in

Love she is a fickle thing and when she settles
You have no choice but
To listen

I will always love you.
You saved a tiny piece of me
And your shadow, untamed,
Almost destroyed me

I love you still
In darkness and in light

You will always be my friend.

Will you ever listen
And hear my call? It's grown silent,
Or close to it.
And it vibrates still.

You are not alone. And still
I will always
Be beside you.

Battle Ready

I am naked
Kneeling in the middle
Of a shallow, slow moving river
And I stand.

The water cascades gently off
My cool smooth skin
Dripping from my eyelashes
Curving around my heavy breats
Pooling back into
The source

I emerge
Strong, golden
Glowing from within
I release the weight of water
And the dark, sour demon I ingested

I pulled her from around
Your aching heart
Unaware of how deeply
She would seed herself
Inside me

The water warped her heart stone
Entering deep into her cracks and crevices
I withdraw my love, retrieving any part of me
That I can see
And feel her freezing
In my hand.

Nature's bit and drill wedge in
Deep
Cracks become pops that echo,
Splits
Shatter
Till she rains
In small stone pebbles

Too small to retrieve
So light that even this
Slow, silver river
Carriers her shards
Away

I release that
Which does not serve me

And the ancient
Battle Crow watches
As the stones become
Sand

She caws
Calling me
To journey
Deeper:
to retrieve my soul

I release rhat which does not
Serve me

And take a step.
My toes sink, squishing deeply
Into cool, thick mud
And blades of broken glass
Cling between my toes

Another step, silent
Slow
And the crows swarm
Closer
Calling me
Clothing me
In bone, and moss,
Antlers, vines, amd snake skin
Marking my face with mud
Black lines where the tears used to
Flow

I tilt my head to the sky
And scream
My battle cry

I release that which does not
Serve me and
I call to you
Morrigan
That you will see me,
And I shall never have
To walk alone

I am one of many within your Murder

I release that which does not serve me
And I bend my knee.

Letter to my love, on Christmas

My dearest John,

I wish you could feel how much I miss you. How I think of you each and every day. I think of you with small things, with big things...every time my brain settles, it eventually comes to you. You gave me the greatest gifts ever given. You gave me our kids, and the feeling of what it means to be loved.

I haven't always made the best choices, but I'm getting stronger. More gentle with myself. I know that you would be deeply proud of that. And I know you'd be grateful that I'm building a community around me and the kids that is filled with love.

The kids are all in therapy. Neil and Aiden are on meds and it is making a huge difference for them. I imagine you could feel their pain, even just as the energy around us. I also imagine you know I'm working on supporting them as they grow.

I wish like HELL that I could curl up in your arms again, even just one more time. Please know that no matter where I go or how long I live without you beside me you are always, ALWAYS, in my heart.

I hate that you are gone. I'm so damn honored that you loved me till your dying breath. Even if I find another to love, know that I will love you till mine. I miss and love you more than ever. You are part of my soul.

Merry Christmas.

With all my love, now and forever,
Sabrina

Sleeping alone

All that work
That long, rocky journey
Fire and ice, death and abandonment
And digging out of
Years worth
Of built up debris
And
Your reticent hand was there
To grasp
You helped me pull myself out
But
You pushed me back in
Accidentally?

And like a cat
You used your back legs
To bury me deeper with your eyes
Averted

I lost my own game
Thinking I could love and
Survive, again

Fireballs come quietly
In refusal to connect
And destroy as fiercely
As a tornado

Pulling me on and spitting me
Out
In pieces
That are a new puzzle to put
Back together

When you accidentally stole
Some pieces

How can I ask you
To let go of me
When you never meant to take
Any
Of
Me

I still
Sleep alone.

Dim lights, faded friendship

"At the darkest moment comes the light"
And I am waiting.

(It was the quiet soft moments
That made me want to. Against your
Spoken,warning words.
Your lips, a sweet secret elixir
For scars I had forgotten existed)

Unlocked and still he stays inside
Fighting off even "foes" who come
As friends
Laying down daisies, shiney rocks,
Magic beans, their own wounded, naked bodies
Defenseless.
As he watches them from a distance wondering what
Is wrong with them, lying there
Undefended? How could they
Let their guard down? He even told them
Not to

So you attack, gently at first, just enough
To wake her
Teach her
Make her
Defend
Protect

As if she, I, didn't already know these things,
Carved into the marrow
Of my myriad broken
Bones

I cannot change who I am
You, you have decided you
Will not

On your own...cold, detached, crumbling into an
Internal furnace of infinity.
Emptiness is your choice
Your safe space
And guilt
Is wiped out
By the myths you create

The story spell webs you spin to suspend yourself in
You can blame it on me
For asking or offering
Too Much

Yet you
Are the weaver of words
The digger of this death knell
Echoing well
in which
You drown yourself
Over and
Over

A darkened death not even friendship
Can survive.

Alternating- Where Am I?

It hurts

Growing and breaking
Seeking and running

I think
I have no
Me
To be

Invisible wanting to be all
That you can see
Refusing and begging

It hurts

Like a mummy in a trunk
Dried and hollowed
Without even a lipstick

Bending and stretching
Hiding and fighting
Melting
Condensing

It hurts

If you come too close
I cool to condensation
And find I am
Discovered
Undeserving

Laughing and crying
Dying and living
Running, accepting

I think
I have no
Me
To be

It hurts.

Flaming Whit Oak, dancing

Dance me to the end
Of love, he sings
And I'm folding into this song
Knowing the song we
Could've sung (and oh! I think we could have
Sung!)
Requires more dancing and fewer
Tears
Less fire.

After all, you
Warned me. And the end
Of love is never easy.
Clean. Quick.

So I sit shrouded in burgundy outside
And in. It warms my belly
And my body.
You

Did that, too. And I don't think
You know.

Last night I dreamt
Of you. I was leaving
To the tune of a flaming old guitar
There was beauty
So much
Beauty as you filled out a list
Of all the food you wanted me
To leave with

You did didn't you?
Want to dance me to the end?

I just wanted to say
Thank you.

Just

I just am
Here
Tired
Drinking
Smoking
Growing
Crumbling
Replanting

I just am
Tired
Strong
Building
Afraid
Confused
Lost
Brave

I just am
Walking here
Beside you.
All
Of you
None of you
Tangible

I just am
The wind
The rain
The tears
The grief
The sandstone
The daisy

I just am

Becoming

Do you ever just close
Your eyes
Rest your head upon your fingertips

And fall into the deep red
Spots that dance and grow
In the out back black behind your melting mind

And fall into the deadest
places that fill the featureless pit
That once wore dresses
And danced with
Your soul?

Can you breathe there?
Do you choke
On the smoke of burning bridges
And charcoaled chunks of
Old loves clothed in dying dreams?

I am Queen there.

I descended several years ago
Face down fallen
Directly in the dirt
And crawled on bloody knees
Fumbling along trying to find
My way

Handholds crumbled, passages blocked,
Raging rivers crossed till I found my way
Back to the beginning
3 times around, now. And NOW

Now I know the taste of dirt
I grind the grit between my teeth
I am shrouded, now, half
Naked in a blood red gown so deep
It is black
If you squint
My hair is unwashed and wild and
I wear a skull necklace strung on
Ligament line wire
Dripping dried blood upon
My decolletage

I am a fearsome sight
Inside this sacred space.
Bare feet and broken nails

If you need protection
You may hide beneath my jagged hem.

If you come to steal
Or lie, to stab or even
To offer only half of what you are
Beware:
I carry a poisoned sword sharpened
Upon the curve atop my
Broken heart
And
I
Bite

Hoping

Hope
He is a four letter word, so gentle
And with so many sharp hard teeth
You think of him
As the clouds fly past
A bright blue sky and red brown leaves
Dancing their dying waltz

Hope
Need not exist
When things are going well
In happiness and sunshine. Instead
he is the rope that you cinch around
Your waist when the path
Disappears beneath your feet

You are not responsible for your trauma.
Full stop.
And hope, he is meant to be reaching down
Into the deep darkness
An outstretched hand
A beacon. A lighthouse

But, he bites

Knowing when
And how
And maybe *if*
You should take his hand
Is an essential skill
That no one teaches well.

So you sit
In the dark
Waiting
Wondering

Will To Live

Dark paradoxes are
Connecting us to the powers
Of our invisible realm
Mysterious forces
Setting fire to firm
Beliefs and opening
Portals, infirmly crumbling
Allowing breezes in,
Allowing predators in...

But
Unlike predators that balance
In reconciliation
       Killer and victim
        Judgement separate from Mercy
He kills with the eyes of his heart
Closed
Letting life blood flow
Precious power, wasted
To protect his own veins,
Unthreatened
Regardless of the rivers he may be
Undamming in others or, worse,
The geysers carved
Carelessly ragged in the hearts
Innocence attempting life
Free of all harmful intention
A baby bird learning to fly

His mindless sword swings true
And deep
While he walks away, fearless, careless, tearless
As his victim lover lies bleeding out
To die in his otherwise dry
Deep footprints

He is disconnected from all life
But his own
He sees no good, no virtues,
Only the absence of
Direct violence

And, oh! His indirect hits
They kill
So slowly
With
An
Agony
Almost
Unbearable. Unnamable

Blow up the bridge
That connects you,
My dear lost child.
Burn it to the ground and
Leave no regrets to grow
It is the only way
To survive...if
That be your will

Without- Existing Inside Extinction

There is a smoke
That quietly kills and fills
The hollow places of what is carved
Inside my skull and makes it hard
To see

I am
Without
And I see them
Coming for me
The things that crawl and scream

I want to run and am rooted
Instead
In a quagmire of my own making
And the stench here makes it hard
To breathe

I am
Without
And I hear them
Wailing at me
The things that slash and cut

Feel the blood pulsing
Throbbing in my throat
Whispering curses to drain even my skin
Till every part and pore
Is dried and caked with itching scabs

Five decades of effort have made my
Skeleton
Thick
My heart holey, dripping with congealing
Plasma chunks and my tricks
To thin it out are failing

I am without
Air and am blacking out
So I grab desperately at flowers
And weeds, leaves and dirt and rocks
Stuffing them into my mouth
In a passionate pathetic hope to
Find oxygenation

Can anyone even see me
Here?
Can anyone even hear me
Here?

There are no maps
To Without
Where I'm forced to make my
Home
My skeletal fingers dig deep
Into the soil
Building planting creating

But not fast enough
To combat the Unmaker
His winds pull everyone away
Suck at the seeds and bend the saplings
Till they break
Again and again

I am not fast enough to build it
Alone
And that is
What I am

Alone
Without
Wilting
Breaking

A thousand hands touching
Do nothing when, withdrawing
They do not hold
Any part of me.
I am

Without

Within

Inevitable beauty
Inevitable connection
Inevitable pain

Mists of word and sweat
Saliva, blood, fear, and hope
Wet paws that place themselves in dry
Hot palms

We rumble with deeper layers
Of connection than one to two.
Our ties are built of
Ashes
Amber encased bugs
Crackling aa lava like black thick glass
That talks beneath your feet

We are the pond side reed and
Dragonfly exuvia
Your fingers search for notes
Upon vibrating animal intestines wound
In silk that sings to the Morrigan's call

For honor. Honor that lives in truth deep dirt songs
Melodies that sing in mysterious curiosity
Searching above and below

And so deeply
Within

Even The Universe Wishes

Even The Universe Wishes

The blind blind universe
Her kisses are canyon deep
And burn like star fire
Miles down inside your abdomen.
There are echoes there
The growing growls of your prowling panther

She sees your rotting flower corpses
And raises you a skunk vertebrae
To string beside snowflake obsidian
And wear on weak days to give you
Borrowed strength

She sings with distant train songs
And laughs at your tiny human laments
Or
Hums those tunes as lullabies
Comforted by the far away feelings
That she once wore as fairy crowns

"Take off your socks," she whispers to you
in cricket songs, " and dig your too-clean toes
Deep in my mud.
You're dying, my child.  Your life blood is mine
While it thrums inside you
And please
Let me hear it
Scream."

My Own Saviour

I won't leave, he said. And it was true. And
he also wasn't there.
Standing before her, more invisible than fog Sharper than a thousand swords more toxic than monkshood. She, too, tried to stay.

I found her, this frail small part
of me. Her hair hanging long over
her face covering her eyes.
she wears no clothes, for she is feral and
her ribs show through sallow skin.

She has cried out all her tears. I hear the breath raw and hot in her heaving ragged throat.
"I am larger than you. I am larger than tears," I say to her softly.

"I am a swollen sponge stronger than the moon's pull. My eyes are love crumbs searching for ways to soothe every part of you."
She sees me, finally, and sighs.

I scoop her up and hold her close.
I see the places where her skin is torn and rip my shirt
to stop her bleeding.
I wrap her in my arms, and lift her,
Hold her tightly to my naked chest, my small far from innocent babe

she can sleep now. It's my turn to walk.
A mountain giant I stride across the universes inside me.
There is not much that can pierce my thickened skin.
So I will take the wheel for a while. I will walk while you cannot
I will fight while you hide
heal
I will protect you while you dissolve to rebuild.
I am strong enough for
Every part of me

At Least

At Least

“No. Let me have this dust,

These pale clouds dourly lingering, these words”

-Adrienne Rich

Pain and grief are such strangely strong

Bedfellows

The seeds are planted and watered with salt

Dug down deep in rich soil, made of things quite dead

The stories stay swirling

Although you try to drop them

Skip them across the swollen stream

They find their way, boomeranging back to your bedside

When you thought you were alone

Thirsting for the sound of something less sour, perhaps

Your own heart’s song

But she trembles, you

tremble

You, whose professed super power is love

Have a voice that trembles as she sings for you

It’s true

I have read that the work we do

Is empty

Unless there is love

And I have read of the perils

of attachment. So

How is there love

Without attaching?

I’m learning that the letting go isn’t

A release of love

Is not a release of Hope

Or of carefully defined ties

But of

Expectations

It is a release of ever thinking

Our growth

With grow another along side us

The bravest of dreamers crumble

At the thought of this

This release of hoping we can

Heal

Someone special

We watch them cauterize their hearts

To prevent that familiar pain

From coming back again

And also prevent the gifts

We must welcome most

The unwelcomed guest

I see things

Know them

FEEL them

And fail to live them

Just as you do. All things

Die

End

Leave

And still I see

The power

In seeing, trying, touching

I see the power of hope.  Let me have that, at least.

At least there is that.

Dissolving Into Light

In order to find the strength

To make deep connections

We need to dissolve

Our own story

Like salt swirling through warm water

We sink into our screaming souls

And leave the tales behind

Until

With careful

Quiet footsteps

 Kimon Maritz

We can sneak up softly on

who we all are

in the darkest parts of the shadows

and pause

slow down long enough

to look closely.

Pause

A safe distance from that which calls to us

So we can listen           

Listen through the tips of our ears

Listen to the balls of our feet

Listen with fibers and follicles

Until, with only a script dissolved

Our essences vaporize fog-like

Evaporating river water till it curls

Snakelike and writhing as

Words written on paper boat prayers

Float on, hoping to survive the passage home

We are wishes made on stardust

A moment, an eon, of brilliance

More than 4.3 light-years away

And simultaneously, that stardust

Is us.

93% of each of us

We have, in a way, already survived then

For long, long ago,

Days when the world was young

Someone looked up

The sky blurred with tears

Because they felt all the feelings you now feel

And wished upon a star

That now, you

Are made of-

You, all cracked and smelly

Angry and scared

Scarred and broken

Imperfect and whole

Are the most perfect offering that

Has always been

When a cave is cracked in the smallest fragment of an arc

It takes only a tiny sliver of silver glimmer dissolved

To light

It

Up.

As We All Are

"To realize that everything in the universe is connected is to both accept our insignificance and understand our importance in it." ~Jeffrey Fry

I

Shrinking the anxiety HOUSE
till it is small enough to hold...no...
To pinch
between forefinger and thumb
And hold before your
Squinted peering eyes So interesting, to view it from here
"David", turned somehow to "Goliath"
The power now available
To *you* From victim, to wanderer, to student, to
Poet,
To adventurer, to teacher to
MOTHER
To wife, too soon to widow. To
WARRIOR until
you listen to your skin
As well as pay attention to
Your heart, let the spirit
Pulse
Into you
Into you and through you

II

Life will lead in a dance
swirling you
tiptoes-beyond-tango fast
So fast high heels snap
and bare feet fall slapping
To the dance floor
Below The conundrum, heavy and awkward,
Loudly clunks,
Clanging as the warrior
Attempts to glide
across the dance floor It crashes against her chainmail...if
Armor

is what
That really was meant
To be...
For really, how do you define "warrior"?
That question is the conundrum, after all

III

I had a dream once
Of a mostly naked woman
Barefoot and oh, so strong
Forging a necklace
Of iron, stone, silver and bone But the buyer never came
So she forged on
Facing the fire over and
over
With iron, hammer, and anvil
stones and sandpaper,
Silver and bezel pusher
Bones and a dremel with a diamond bit
Creating She is a well armed WARRIOR
Yes. Perhaps. Yet...
Tilt
the
perspective
To see a different side: No need for warrior words, for
She is WOMAN.
In all her majesty
Not armored
But decorated, adorned
Of her own doing
And oh! Armor would be so redundant
Anyway...
For ultimately She IS the divine power
The very force
That drives the waves... As we all are

Each in our own right.

Adding to vastness

My life is
a mother's hands
cleaning cuts
and washing dishes

My life is
a teacher's heart
hearing fears
and cultivating curiosity

My life is
a widow's weeping tears that fall
tiny glass shattered shards
that land silent on a heaving breast
littering it in fissures

My life
moves on
and the question calls
querying trembling arms and soul alike
asking all of me:
How do you love this life?

The words are formless wisps of long
lost dream mists and arms, reaching
and returning empty
so many
times.

The thing is, I don't just feel the tears fall, Love...
I am
the tears.

I see the lives growing, coming, going
the ones that are mine
the ones that I only borrow
the ones I would hold forever, if forever
was a thing

The sight of them sharpens in my deep black
pupils, expanding in the dark
of dusk

There is wordless wonder
in the care we offer each other
man to woman
mother to child
Wordless, ending,
rending wonder

My life is
a tiny opportunity
to learn, notice, dance, cry...
How do you think the vast, majestic oceans stay
so full
if not, in part, for the depth of all our tears?

My life, if it has taught me nothing else
has shown me that this "Love"
is not a thing to avoid.  It is, in fact
the only thing aside from pain that is
boundless

Love and pain: they tie us to each next step, like birth
and a forgetting of where we came from
before.  Another chance
and a loss wrapped into a single soft embrace

It is the entwined existence of these twin pieces,
practically diametrically opposed
Antipodean dancers,
that create us, bring us forth, and cradle us
That give us
Life

Whatever else my life may be
with its deep echo solitude searching,
its wide eyes, clenched fists and racing heart,
its outstretched arms, twinkling eyes, and its lilting,
lyrical, (oft too loud) laughter

it is a moment in which I have the chance
to add a drop or two
to the
vastness
of
All of us.

My Heart, A Watering Hole

My heart, a watering hole

“They both listened silently to the water, which to them was not just water, but the voice of life, the voice of Being, the voice of perpetual Becoming.”

~Hermen Hesse, Siddhartha

I. Recognizing Desertification

In a loud room

Full of buzzing voices, gaming shouts, and gales of giggles

Slow down.

Find the silence

Focus inward.

You are the only one who knows

What opening feels like

And closing down.

You cannot define that for another.

I can see him

In the red/black blue/black

Backdrop

Behind my eyes

He is walking beside me

Encased in his memory

His shields are up thick and high

Warning me to keep my guard up

Which I will not do

I’ve spent my life learning

How to remain open

And now I see

The key has been here all along

It’s a matter of me loving me

More than anyone else can ever harm me

Look in my own eyes

Revel in my own beauty,

love,

       tenderness

I cannot have expectations for you

Set your goals

Choose your path

I cannot open your heart.

I can, however, find ways to show kindness

I can find ways to be a source of comfort,

Joy, laughter, companionship

I can be with you on your journey, if you let me

Because I’m learning to be with myself

On mine

II. Saving the rain water

What happens inside me is

Like a black and white movie

Fed and refed, to play on an endless loop

A little girl wonders where the arms have gone

The ones that were meant to embrace her

A young woman does not believe the mirror

But the words of friends and family condemning her moment of confidence

I want to be told I am beautiful

Over and over

I want to be seen.

I want someone outside myself

To look at me dressed

                In a ball gown

                In a Tardis dress

                In jeans and a too big T-shirt

                In a garter belt and thigh high stockings

And be stunned

By the light they see in me

I want to be the first person thought of

When there is anger

Or sorrow

Loneliness

Laughter.

Or one of the first.

What if no one outside of you can ever

Comfort you?

What if the deepest tender parts of you

Are burnt beyond ever believing again?

Even if I don’t believe those things are true

If you believe it, they become the truth

So I focus inward again

Recalling that the culling

Of your fear demons

Is not my job

I have my own tigers to tame

Wounds to lick, muscles to build, trees to plant

I remember I, alone, am the star in this looping movie

III. Transformation

In art, the complimentary colors

Are the ones opposite each other

On the color wheel

The ones you might not, initially, pair

In science, opposite poles

Attract- electron to proton

Creating static electricity

The pouring stroke of lightning fire cracking apart the universe

For one small, sensual second

Buddhism teaches that without the absolute

The relative may devolve into pity, sentimentality

Without the relative, the absolute

May melt to nihilism and a lack of desire to engage

It is possible to love without clenching

In fact, isn’t that how love should really work?

To hold loosely, leaving all the locks off

Unlatch the gate

Unclip the restraints

Step into the breeze, together

There is so much to explore!

Both inside and out.

Every adventure story expands

With someone to share it, water it,

Tend to its needs.

Why not go one step further? From surviving

To thriving?

Turn a desert into a green and growing haven.

Build rainwater roofs

Composting toilets and find alternative fuels

That leave the trees

Alone.

When you like a flower, you pluck it

And when you love it? The Buddha says

When you love it,

You water it daily.

Someday, I’ll have a whole

Flower garden. 

Let’s listen to hear

Where the water will come from.

take a drink of Love

From February 2015

fierce and full true giving
with no request for
returning
an arm to hold me
a hand upon my lower back-
     a straightening
fingers stroking soft on my cheek
a shoulder pillow for my head
quiet
someone else to do the laundry
breakfast in bed
   lunch in bed
      dinner
in bed
entwined in
bed
naked and warm limbs
that tie
     your soul
to mine.