Right After Lunch

Mine might be different
but I’ve got one too -
That one day I could
be the man for you.
Treat you so right, do those
Things you love at night.
Maybe more but nothing less
Than to be the man for you.

And when people ask
About your husband
You’ll go “Who?”
“Oh, you mean the man
I wake up next to.”
“The one I like to bite,
Who loves me with delight.”
“You must mean the man
I lay down next to.”

They’ll giggle, wondering,
As you flash that shiny ring
And the kids commence to sing,
While you go on with a musing.

“That man who loves me,
I love him too –
He’s the only man
I’d love so true,
The only man
I dream into,
The only man
Who makes one from two.”

Rumi Nation

Oh, the moon
In its singular reflection
Softly rippling
Out of its sphere
On the water’s way.

If I Could I Would

I love you, I would say.
I would say I love you.
Like the moon loves
Sipping the lake.
Like the ripples love
Lapping on the boats,
Like the hawk loves
Being silhouetted.
Like the bats love
Swooping and diving.
Like the sun loves
Hiding behind the earth.
Like the moon loves
Being eclipsed.
I would hold you
As tight as you wanted.
I love you, I would say.
I would say I love you.