Wednesday, May 22, 2013

Courtesy


The tediums of daily courtesy, the discipline
of mouthing yesplease, nothanks, Iloveyou by the hour
tempers like light rain on fire the prowling carniverous desire
now curled up in smiling and a warm domestic sun.

Hug me daily, touch me gently
on your way from bed to bathroom, or my broken body
could quickly growl and snap, turning to tear the hands
that feed and feed it and the little heaven
they have crafted in the sand.
And yours would do the same to mine, my dear,

so I will blow you insufficient kisses,
I will bring you sugared snacks in lazy afternoons.
We will brave these days, each shadowed with the threat
of waking desperation, hand in hand.