POEM: With Longing

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You lie
feet hanging stiffly off the end of the mattress
Your soles
a soft, wrinkled peach
rubbing and twitching, occasionally
like a lazy cricket
distracted, perhaps
by the flutter of grass blades
or the squawking of birds overhead,
listening.

And our child,
somehow the same
painted desert,
sun-glowing-across-the-mesa
brown,
lies also
legs splayed out
topped in turquoise blue underwear,
her hair,
an explosion of dark brush
you both,
breathing steadily.

And I am happy
to be sitting up
away
not pressed between
the scorching earth
and darkening sky
each pushing in-
armschestslegsheads

-on me.

I want
to curl up and lie in the heat of you
want to
curl her up-
wrap myself around her
like the radiating orange arms of the sun
I want
to make her feel safe
as if no bird is watching
no blades of grass tremble in the distance
I want
to let her swim in the warm glow
of my heart
And I too,
want to feel that safety
in you.

But our bed is small
you each
devour the space between
like hungry creatures
awakened by the dusk,
so I watch
from a distance
we watch
I and the bird

with longing.