for MMJ

she says a word

she says a word.
I say a word.
winter wains.

forty five years old

forty five years old
and I still swoon at a fool moon
the ox resists

a fire burns,

I sweat

on her belly.

we lie naked

we lie naked
a train cries in the distance
her leg over mine

an empty boat

an empty boat floats down a lazy river
two lovers giggle in the tall grass


the door left ajar

the door left ajar
Underwear on the floor
The teapot has stopped whistling

traveling through falling snow

traveling through falling snow,
the same snow making your cheeks wet,
what rapture

they read my poems

they read my poems
they say that I am in love
shoots peak through the earth

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