A prayer

"All that is thirst" Estellamestella

With sweat I'm scared to love him
for with the night
he'll drift away
and under thick cough, his depart
will be the heaviness,
my, heaviness, of, heart.

This faint beat of the day
and, night, and, day
meets every breath with
some morsel of decay
Oh how to stay, to love, to hold
when quick as light
we'll depart to old

Teach me to let light in
to bring each moment
dignity to brim
to love him
limited and faint though be the touch
and in each laugh, each unformed
dream, see much

Teach me to love without
retreat or turn
to dark familiar where I learned
to hold only my own broken
bursts
and now it seems I hold my own
in his
for a moment unto ever
drink his and his my thirst

AEM2010

Molly Coddled Along

This poem was written on one of those dreary train trips in the sort-of-morning time and you are dreamy, dreary and lulled along with the motion.

Film over morning movements
light and distant
dull dabs at my peace of mind,
Eyes look up, lock
on the closest person
until
their stillness pushes hurried worries
down, in the deep down where
they belong in frowns

Allow now I do
the train pull to gather me in
soft, closed eyes
in warm motion, being hummed
and molly coddled along

AEM 2010