love anew

Love was once

a tree in wilt, a door kept shut.

Fist to the wall,

I'd look up and find dust.

No roof, it fell

when the hand hit.

Love was once,

my gut in a roll,

as if the sea when

I'd put my eye to the dock

and in the gaps I'd see it

eddy and foam.

Now love is a palm held open,

the sun on your neck,

rain down your arm,

you lift it to keep me dry.

It is a bud ripe to turn, each tree tall.

Your hand on my hip,

a foot in the door

to toe it wide.

Now love is you

over me like skin

on bone. You

grow to me like moss

on stone.

Now eye to eye,

we peer in the gaps,

and the sea lies still.