A Nap After the War

She fits like a missing word in an ancient acronym
We always knew what she looked like, but never understood her beauty
And now that we’ve found her, now that her part is perfectly seen
We were teenagers together and we compare scars
The war is behind us, the machine is dead
Battle wounds that took up residence in our noses are replaced with nectar
The memory of this pain only makes the present taste that much sweeter
Neck tar nectar red bird feather smoke of never we slumber together
Milk on wounds
Familiar dream
Mother of my child
We sleep
The hours of ours
We’ve all the time in the world
Holding her bare form next to mine
Even this is not close enough
Awake for the first time
We revel in our sleep
Eyes open for the first time
We share this warm bed


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s