365 Poems/220 Day End (Rough First Draft)

Day End

I try to dip my head under the light,

so my face is shadowed, and you can’t

see how weathered the day has made me.


My head wants light and lovemaking,

but my body is telling me to disappear

deep into a poem. But I kiss you anyway,

on your first new breath, and you smile

that smile that…oh…


And when our sweat has cooled, you

are more than a strong tongue. Our

laughter bubbles when the gas light

goes out for the seventh time in a row.


Eventually, we eat hot, wild rabbit using

only our fingers, then I watch you tend

to the tea, rounding up the cups like a flock.