How I know my lover is a poem
I touch you, speaking in
this moment
as if you
would guide me
through the whorls of
beginnings
slowly carrying me
to the roasting of corn
on an open hearth
you were like that
specific air
present, burning
with toasted kernels
as we sat around in laughter
tugging at wheat stalks, and
our shirt sleeves
fingers daydreaming
you are again
wearing a crisp linen today
I touch you
stretching this moment
escaping
into shallow sounds of
beginnings, your musk
makes me ponder
at the aperture of
our black hole
I stay festooned to
our sky