i open & see the trees
upside down in the sound of
rain behind our creaking bed
lovemaking
yesterday afternoon the image was
brilliant blue behind a sway of
yellowing black walnut leaves
tonight there is dim orange
shadow brown street lit branches
darkened and glistening in
the wet and for this i would
give up many things
the bedside computer with peripherals
new clothes and junk food
dyeing my hair and reading
slick magazines and buying
so much gasoline to get to
work to pay for each of those items
i would exchange all of them
for the fervor of words that
comes while your sounds
become those of sleep
while the crickets sound
even above the noise of the fan
and i give breath to a memory of
counting without numbers many
breaths still holding
onto you still inside me
after our pulling and creaking
and opening and filling
subside into quiet
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