Only One

Sometimes, a
ripple in

the fabric,
and only

one thing
to do,

more
softening.

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Shawl

On days
when the veil
is a bit
thinner,

I want to
wrap you in
the warm fabric
of my love.

***

When I
came up against
the idea
of losing you,

I walked to a field
and stayed,
until everything
became quiet.

***

Let me take you
back into
my arms, let
our tender

bodies soften
beneath leaves
that float down
like questions.

The Only Source of Light

If I had not stepped outside
of the darkened house tonight,
I would have missed the ripple
of Jupiter behind low clouds,
and the musk of burned cedar
collecting in the eaves.  I would not
have noticed the small flame flickering
inside of my own bedroom window,
softening the walls
with an almost unbearable
sweetness.