"Thanksgiving" - 11/27/03

like I've never known
you hold so easily
upon your lap
she fidgets and cries
while in my embrace
but you, professor of calm

displace youth's sadness
and in so singing
make me whole
yet knowledgeable is this
siren of gall
that no man ever
create's woman's power
so much as invigorates
love's house of mirrors

the way the asthmatic
appreciates breathing so I'm
ameliorated by your next thought
thank G-d we are both ones
of those who count parting
as night's great elixir

bittersweet as bones