A long line of black cars
with tint glass and dark suited drivers
tie pins and ear phone receivers.

mohawks and tattoos
skinny angry and white
with clean teeth and new sneakers.

we’re reading long cover books
to little short people
round chubby faces with familiar features.

tea pot simmers
but we’re quick to the kitchen
catch the cast iron dapper
before the steam whistle hisses

iron locomotives in the dreams of our children
who respond to our wishes
and sleep soundly
after doing the dishes.

wise little bodies
with blue igloo eyes
masters of mapping
the stars in the sky

cubs and calves
a faun and a foal
disguised as our neighbors
at the watering hole

train tickets to land
our ship on the shore
walk bridges to miss
the trafficking chore

astonished, astute
clever and cute
curls and a bow
a corduroy suit

and it rains
and it pours
tripping over pots to catch
the spots that will drip.

on the stage in the parlor
a red curtains hung
where life from the pages
turn tricks of the tongue

where the spirits of widows whisper
to the wife toreador
who convince their young husbands
to sheath their own swords

chandelier-ed, cavaliers
knights with a light

fair maiden
m’lady
my land
and my right

exchanged for your name
on our wedding night

the castle is empty
the orchards in bloom
the sun rose, shone, and set
while we were alone in our room

painting each other
with our hopes and dreams
tangling our limbs
which weave in the sheets

i am a young steward
of a masterwork trick
of escaping the world
to live on your lips

my name in your mouth
calls me up from the fray

oh lovers alone in the woods
where the sun is alit
sacred moments
from time that’s well spent.

10/17/09