Now That the Children are Sleeping Now that the children are sleeping, Let's be like them. All needful, all hungry mouth, our world distilled to the taste on our tongues, and the pleasure our fingers find.
In the years when we were alone and unhurried, I watched you while you slept, watched as your dreams arranged the lines of your face, like sunlight playing on the skin of a lake.
These days your waters seem an underground spring, a hidden pulsing.
Lie beside me. Let me taste your tongue. My sex is the sweet wood a dowser uses to divine water. I will drink your waters, let your moisture perfume my bearded face. |