~ for Rob, October 2019
I will give you pull and push —-
And flesh and bone and home.
I will give you feather kisses
On the brow of furrowed stresses.
I will give you long and short
And deep caresses, then abort
To stand beside the bed
Just to look at you instead.
I will give you childlike play
As we dance the day away,
Cooking food upon a stove.
Making love deep in a bed
I will give you all I am —-
Wheat for dough and making bread
Verse for dinner and for lunch
Because I have a simple hunch
That you are more than shadow-light
Lost in moments of frailty-fright.
I will give you arms that hold,
Heart that opens in delight.
I will give you all that and more
Sweet brilliant Poet I do adore.