4 May 2013

Someone asked me what I was thinking.
Just then it was
that time you
were looking at a coffee table book
on stars and telling
me about the pictures.
I wanted to see
but was too shy to ask
which you must have known
when you said, "Come here"
in that way
you have of saying what you want
plain - as if disappointment does not exist.
Before I could think too much
I moved a little toward
you on the couch
you on the stars
and in one breath
     snatched from the aether and held
you had your arms around me
holding the book open
propped in my lap
so we could look together
and lying back against you was
suddenly the easiest thing in the world
the easiest thing in the stars.
But when someone asked me what I was thinking
all I could manage was
"This coffee makes my hands shake."