—THE BOOK OF LOVE IS LONG AND BORING 

 

saved

 

it’s a little bit of bliss 

spooning while hail hits the roof like

ten thousand caffeinated woodpeckers 

and look at us we’re nineteen or ninety-nine 

and your skin still shimmies and whispers

as it did when it first hit my lips and oooh it

makes me want to sing you the book of love

makes me want to make up for all my failures

makes me want to copyright your too-long

chin your smile and moxie

just look at us our sad skins sagging so tender together 

our silly squabbles drawing us to center 

the groans and destress getting dressed 

a matter for another day time and year

so why should we not fold in the crescent moon tonight

i’ll hold you as close as i ever have 

your heart beating against my chest like 

a carrier pigeon baring a note 

that’s meant to be read savored and saved