Marriage poem after almost thirteen years
Here's a little poem to celebrate:
children
sleeping
dishes
drying
laundry
folding
summer
planning
my family
your family
our family
pin points
on the map
we can not
please or be with them all
our words begin
to hurt
voices
rising
time to
brush clenched teeth
sheets
rustling
children
whimpering
I say they
peed
You say
they’re fine
talking in
circles we get no closer
upstairs the
girls are wide legged frogs
dreaming
soundly on wet lily pads
you carry
them down and peel off the wet
then slide
on the dry gowns
and lay them
on our bed
I strip
urine soaked sheets
breathe in a
kiss of
damp hair on
sweaty foreheads
we stake a
claim
to either
side of
these
sleeping proofs of love made
washing
machine fills and agitates
I ask if I
can warm
my cold feet
on you
and you say
yes
as always
our feet
touch
I say
I love you
because