Muscle Poems

The feathers fight the pack

Fears curdle in her stomach

There is no itch to scratch

She can’t control it.

She would sit and know you anew

And say she was right the whole time

She’s been sitting at home

Teaching in Rome

And doing the most with her time.

 

He’d drop by bearing a new pack of feathers

A back scratcher unafraid of what matters.

His heart led him here,

His heart led him on

The love of his life is what he happened upon.

What chance did he have

But every one of them tattered.

His whole life fumbled

In his speech and his manner.

“Let’s make the One the two.”

He said

“I am unafraid of the beautiful you.”

 

She never convinced him he was a victim

He never before knew his beauty

Until she convicted him.

 

The truth, in a minute,

Cured loneliness stew

The One is overrated,

Let’s make it the two.

The best he could

The best he could

This woman would live for him

As best she should

 

See him anew

See him anew

If one died tonight,

Tomorrow the other would too.

 

At night, Love was in the essence

Her body a meal of the surreal

His shivers from the old cold

Cooked the morning’s meal

Lovers at their loneliest

Now joined and soothed

Waste deep, heartbeat

Bodies bathed in sheen

As best they should

As best they should

Complete