In the sudsy bathtub with my lover
hot & content, one finger
fiddling a weeping joint
we soak in lavender
& hold each other ;
slippery skin to skin.
in the burning flames of must-do lists
taxed sticky with banshee panic, historic blindness
banging the door and forlorn abrasions kneaded foul with vinegar
we’ve got sushi rice
cooking on the counter top.
our new-to-us abstract rug
is freshly vacuumed.
there’s Yeats and Armantrout
keeping company on the bookshelf.
Tonight I read my lover poems
as we eat sushi on the rug.