I May Fall Back Asleep

When I reach for you in the night
I may fall back asleep
Or trace the blanket hill and sheets.
I may find fire.

From participles and declensions
Glass rings have stained the
Old moon’s veneer,
Your murmur,
Or dark honey,

Or the taste of chocolate,
Or bitter herbs,
And you sit away from the sun
Under a Flight of trees.

So groping in the dark we meet
Again that one mouth
Those lips still moving,
Pushing back her hair,
Memorizing the next line.
His breath hanging again
For the brazier has gone cold.





Dreaming Poland

Give Me a Man Who Loves Me Reclining