Dear Poem,

Theo and I sit on the loveseat,

my body a parenthesis enclosing

 

the small exclamation of his.

We study the six spider

 

webs on the other side

of our dividing glass

 

that seem to hold our home

together. This is what it is like

 

to be inside of you

dew suggesting diamonds

 

all along the improbable

silk of your weave

 

spun of nothing,

stitched to air

 

and yet holding

our world together.

Comments

[nathalie]

I love it, and totally get the depth of love and home with the one you love (not to say love three times in one breath, now four)
the line "my body a parenthesis enclosing the small exclamation of his..." is exquisite, makes me almost want to weep
beautiful