In the Bud

The Kama Sutra of Kindness: Position No. 2

should I greet you
as if
we had merely eaten
together one night
when the white birches
dripped wet
and lightning etched
black trees on your walls?

it is not love
I am asking

love comes from years
of breathing
skin to skin
tangled in each other’s dreams
until each night
weaves another thread
in the same web
of blood and sleep

     and I have only
     passed through you quickly
     like light

     and you have only
     surrounded me suddenly
     like flame

the lake is cold
the snows are sudden
the wild cherry bends
and winter’s a burden

     in your hand I feel
     spring burn in the bud.

–Mary Mackey

3 thoughts on “In the Bud”

  1. Pat

    You write– “love comes from years of breathing skin to skin.”

    Do you think that applies to cats too? My cat (“the Terrorist”) sleeps up against my leg every night.

    Terrorist is the co-pilot in my dreams, and also protects me from the golliwogs. We need each other.

    🙂

    Regards–

    Pat

  3. Pat

    I also think of Terrorist as “co-pilot of my dreams.” I suspect he is sort of the tail-gunner keeping me safe as I sail the strange seas of my dreams — never quite alone. Thanks to her–

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