Golden glow
She tucks them gently
Into rustling sheets
Already deep
In slumber’s keep
A loving kiss
Upon each brow
Then turns away
Though not without
A backward glance
A silent sigh
She carries
With her
Into night
The peaceful sleep
Of innocents
While I gather mussels
To steam in seasoned water
For dinner and wine
With you, my love
While boats and whales
Ply the narrow channel
By the things we
construct
create
imagine
For
love
grace
beauty
meaning
Utility
Matters little
To me
Except
In a tool
For creation
He doesn’t love you
Who would limit you
To who you are now
He does not love you
Who would have you
All to himself
That is not love
But the need of love
As if you are a fetish
Come away with me
And I will let you love
Whomever you want to love
Because I love
That you want
More than just me
It would be enough
To know
You loved yourself best
It would be enough
To know
Who you loved most, next
Nothing comes to mind
Like your touch
Trailing a line
Along my flesh
He didn’t choose his friends
Everyone was welcome
And he played no favourites
But few weathered well in his company
Most faded quickly
In that radiant presence
I loved the bastard
And hated him
An hour or so
Every day
On the bench
By the shore
On the edge of the fog
I wonder why
But I think I know
That bridge has been enough trouble
For us
No
For me
Maybe just for me
Even before the fog
Yet… perhaps no greater love for this moment
Whether it seem strange or familiar
Than mine