2.17.2019

Hiding Places


My love hides
in pillows under my eyes
under my pillow
or under my bed
or mixed with dirt
in the bed along the back steps
under wet leaves all winter long
so fragrant when dug in spring
reminiscent of the way your eyes
smell when your hair hangs down
my head on your pillow
my love hidden
under the covers
unrelentingly beautiful
until you tie it back
almost too much
to bear


For Magaly in the Imaginary Garden: STRANGE NEWS