I know the September colors
of your eyes. If I were blind
and could not see them,
I would still find you.
Your heart is my guide star.
You have mapped every inch
of my body. My back is mystery
to me but not to you. Your broad
hands comfort, your touch is a warm,
polished stone. I ponder,
you deliberate. We disagree.
Your voice tenors my ears.
I want your words
against my lips while you
kiss me. Your tears rain
on my shoulder, the antidote
to the poison I drank. We coalesce
in the healing of our affection.
When the coins of day are spent,
I sleep to your snow leopard purr—
the key unlocking a night of dreams.
Ann Thornfield-Long, a co-author of Tennessee Women of Vision and Courage (Crawford and Smiley, 2013), has published poetry in Artemis, Silver Blade, The Linnet’s Wings, Riddled with Arrows, Quill and Parchment, and other publications. She has received Rhysling, Pushcart and Best of the Net nominations. She lives in East Tennessee.
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