at home in each other

I Want You Here  

 

So badly my fingertips ache 

roses droop against the stones 

 

the green light of the Garonne 

stuns my eyes 

 

I talk to dogs to my chair 

listen at the neighbor’s door 

 

The old stones of the village are too smooth 

The stubble of your chin would do 

 

I want you here so badly 

I can taste your salt 

 

I’d save a place or two for your mouth 

listen hard to your tongue 

 

we’ll coo like mad doves 

become ballads legends 

 

climb to the centre ville 

devour the first May cherries 

 

pilgrims 

at home in each other 

 

beneath the blue sheet 

of sky. 

 

[Marilyn Kallet {1946- } 'I Want You Here', from Blue Fifth Review]