love

the patient, kind, kind
the enduring, never fails kind
the kind i have
the kind you are
the kind i always forget i've bought
and go seeking to collect
again
from the wealth you have already
offered me
the not boastful kind
the never self-seeking kind
i forsake
in pursuit of seeking
myself
where do i forget to put
this wealth that has already
been bestowed
where?
in my pile of options
and wreckage
and loss
and failure
do i keep the treasure
of you?

better than sex

separated by an overflowing tray
egg white omelette
texas toast
blueberry jam
a beautiful bowl of quartered oranges
and their carcasses, processed on the empty plate
on the other side
of the tray
a tipping bowl of popcorn
a waiting cheese tray
the sunday paper
the box of oj
we are settled in
under the warm gift of blanket
watching bad english comedians
with bad french accents
and sometimes german ones
as we watch the ww2 farce
"ello, ello"
sated
we turn our backs toward one another
and dream
sleepily returning
to that rest
we'd never have allowed ourselves
when we were twentysomething
and single
but now, this
sunday morning
sans children
married bliss
really is
better than sex