Back in action!
The last week has gone like this: Thursday was a frenzy of cleaning and yoga and going to a Bulgarian gypsy-punk bar in Manhattan. Friday involved renting a car for the first time, driving to Jersey to meet a friend’s baby (I’m the faux-uncle), and seeing friends. Saturday, the Fellow and I drove out to Pennsylvania for a wedding and lovely weekend; there was a post-wedding brunch on Sunday, followed by a mad dash back to NYC for the Pride parade. Monday we relaxed until I had to go into work for the afternoon, and he left yesterday (during which I also caught up on all my work stuff). So just now, I am finally slowing down enough to write and get back on the web. I hope you all missed me. :)
(The tone of my poems over the next several days will, I think, be sappy love stuff. Sorry.)
This is tangentially for the We Write Poems prompt of “calling something by another name”; I think the theme is pretty obvious and has been done to death, and I’ve done some similar pieces myself, but there it is. I need to get a Reverie up today, and then circle through all the blogs; hopefully it will be a nice slow evening, so that I’ll have time. Here’s to muscling forward!
Sometimes, when you are sleeping, I take the long
bow arm you have draped across my chest and press it
deep into the crook where my shoulder meets my neck;
and I clasp your wrist with my wrists, letting your heat
convect into mine; and I bury the front of my face
behind your left ear. The thin beads of sweat scaling
your temple and the dew on the scarp of your lip
taste different; and something is baking in the labyrinth
hidden beneath your hair. I want to know the flavor and
aroma of everything you have to offer in the most secret
hours of the night; this must be what it’s like to make
snow angels in the fizz of summer; this must be
what it’s like to drink firewater on the ashen
surface of the moon.