From My Husband, Who Cannot Write Poetry

To Me: From My Husband, Who Can Not Write Poetry


I watch in the mirror as you drop your robe and your hair
You are a new butterfly--unclaimed and soft and flesh

Then the coconut smells and you coming out to kiss me
You are a fresh butterfly--wet and sweet

I lean on the bannister to see you before I really enter
You are a still butterfly--curious and passionate and intelligent

Then our favorite foods on the table and our blue platters
You are a strong butterfly--shining and laughing

I come home and open the door to catch you in my arms
You are a beautiful butterfly--flying