Making Love After Long Absence
In a room perched on top of stairs
so narrow my shoulders could not
pass through two abreast, we found
ourselves together again. I had
.
forgotten how light the body is.
How it surrounds us like a cloud
in which the self can drift at its ease.
Far, far away were my diaphanous
.
feet and half as far my hands,
and just where I ended you began,
a thousand miles off yet close as breath
the moment lungs finish their brief
.
rest and begin to grow again. Augustine
says body is the world’s messenger to soul,
and soul gives shape again to what
she hears in her own kingdom.
.
So now, at the end of a day I’ve been
all talk, turning inward at last, I can
see you there your breasts swaying
in a grey blue lingering northern light.
in a grey blue lingering northern light.
.
by Nils Peterson