Dream of Light in the Shade
Now that I am married I spend
My hours thinking about my husband.
I wind myself about his shelter.
I watch his sleep, dreaming of how to defend
His inert form. At night
Leaning on my elbow I pretend
I am merely a lecherous friend.
And being the first to wake
Often wholly naked descend
To the dim first floor where the chairs
Hold the night before, and all says attend!
The light so coldly spells in innocence.
Attend! The cup is filled with light.
And on my skin the sun flashes
And fades as the shade trees bend.
R U T H S T O N E
What Love Comes To
(Copper Canyon Press)