Flourish
three love poems for Diane
Constant Heart The sheets, your scent, your brown skin against mine, we've made love hundreds of times, shuddering amid the domestic clutter, so familiar and tender, we know exactly how to turn this marital bed into disheveled splendor Journey Hello, wife, hello, my beautiful pilot, I'll fall asleep in the passenger seat while you switch off the radio and drive in the silence that you find divine Flourish After three decades, I still want this: the kiss wet with all the joy and pain and glorious history that lips and teeth and tongue contain.


Beautiful! How lucky you both are to have each other. Celebrate that love.
I love how you love her!