first poem

U (and sometimes Why?)

You are to me like lemons to ice-tea.

The lemons carved into sour laughter.

As your deep breathing swan-dives

Into every crack and scar and pore of my face,

Like the smell of my mother's bath powder.

It’s the tickle of your fingers weaving into mine.

And your taste, your taste: Cake batter.

The pinstripes glide into

The dark in-betweens of the bed and wall.

As I get lost like Judy Garland

In the world of Oz. Forgive me, guide me.

For you are home, and there is no place like it.

Dickinson wrote Two butterflies went out at noon

and waltzed above a stream, just as

Vonnegut wrote Life is meant to be lived in pairs.

Just as I write,

You and me will fall into the clear sea,

And cradle each other, as the ocean cradles the world.

Just as a heart kicks its tiny feet inside a chest,

It laughs just as you do.