The tower of her castle is ablaze in Love

a room of light

no walls

but it is the gem that hides in her castle’s basement

once buffed and carried to her kitchen

that will bring the greatest glow

and so tonight

she will search in musky darkness

between the cracks and under dirt

for that hidden rock

when found she will examine

then hold it in her breast pocket

to climb the steps

that will surely bring her closer to Home.


Can there ever be sleep

in this bed I made for two–

twenty one years

with your sweet hand on the small of my back

my sleeping pill.

When it comes to an end,

do I burn this bed

or do I learn to make it

with frills and roses

just for myself?