—WHO WILL LOVE ME NOW, IF NOT YOU?

 

 

The Other

 

If these be

our final weeks,

why bother

saving ourselves?

Let’s dance naked

under the neighbor’s lights,

strung in a glowing V

from tree to tree,

no one for miles,

not even the

deer or bees.

Who cares about

snowfall or snowdrifts,

let’s shed it all.

I’ll hold your hips

and cheeks while

you grip

whatever feels loose or

most love-sick.

Can you see it--

the moon parting in a

sky that never lies,

blushing mauve and magenta?

This is why I

need you near,

my best thing,

my last good thing,

the one who  

loved me in life

and now loves me still,

in the other,

where color drains and

the stars plop,

one by one,

into the open

mouth of the sea.