Liar’s Poker


You were staring

through the window

last night

(3 AM – morning, really)

into a sky so black

I could barely see

your silhouette.


“Come back to bed,”

I offered.


“Can’t sleep”

you whispered

still staring at

invisible distances,

your nudity framed

in the window sash:

Eve on the first night.


“Come,” I asked

reaching into darkness

until I felt you


and you fell to me

wide eyed, burrowing

against my shoulder


“Will you ever go?”


“Probably”, I laughed,

then you did

falling back into bed.


“Stay forever.”


“No,

just an eon or two,

but not eternity –

you’d tire of me.”


She laughed: “Never!”


Because now

it was her turn.

Table of Contents


Homage

Tryst

Lilly

How to Write a Love Poem

Mulligan in Love

Dog Playing Poker

Celestial Mechanics

Liar’s Poker

An Evening with Bird

Pas de Deux

For Anne Sexton – Almost a Love Poem

“No, the dress”

Cormorants

After the Divorce

The Vernal Notary

Assignation

Kaddish

The Last Consort

A Transit of Venus

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