KEEPERS


We have learned
to make love last,

to slip and slide it
through tender hands

like time that slowly fingers
the face of a clock,

dripping moments
that cleave like butter
jealous to softened lips
before following chin’s
curve down paths
of least resistance.

Dusk is the dark
of your earth rising up
to meet my lying down;

dawn the flooding
of deep pools of shade
with my awakening
globe of heat.

Sifted breaths interleave
the sheets of us,
droplets of self expanding

into cells of golden honeycomb
stored in hives of time and place.