Lullaby (for a husband)
Taking the Eros
out of it, I admire
your wool shirt, your wallet
which is worn and lithe.
Green like any tea life
likes to be. Black
with its color. Beneath
you, I think of afghans,
a winter of blankets: cold
compress that the
heat’s left. This room
has cracked
around the windows, or through
the walls–
if there were ever.
Your hand is like
the craters of the earth.
I fall into it.
1 reply on “Lullaby (for a husband)”
Beautiful poem.