When My Meat Burned

when my meat burned
you sat by the pyre
the heat
of my cooling ashes
warming you
like my embrace

eventually you
gathered and scattered
the remnants

a little in the ocean
grain by grain
from a quiet kayak

some in our garden
to feed the trees
we’d carried between
our early homes
pot by larger pot
until we found a place
to set down roots

some on the beach
where we found
a small pebble
eroded with a perfect hole
for the thread
of your necklace

sometimes you cried
then later honored
our shared wish
and so the moments
of happiness
amid the grief
became moments
of grief
amid the happiness
until your turn

Gate

this
wood
rough
as the nails
bent
and quivering
tapped
gently through
the same holes
they slip
slowly
loose
with the opening
and closing
creaking
the hinges
and the latch
rusted
to squeak
each time
I open
to welcome
you home

Nested

tag
within tag
we twine in layers

i see your declaration
and conform

you leave space
for my words to breathe

i set the attributes
you decorate with style

our few semantic arguments
unseen by the guests
are quickly
and cleanly
resolved

Staircase

take a nautilus
abstracted
extruded
an extended pattern
subtending straightened angles
from tread to tread
softened by moonlight
sunrise
or a warm glow from our garden, reflected

dividing
and joining
the floors we inhabit

the kitchen you share with me

the study I share with you

in the hidden shelf between the floors
our cool stash of chocolate
consumed when descending