Hummingbird

We are good people

Of this I’m certain.

And so I need you to talk

When the sun 

Comes in through the 

Pale curtains.

Over your dark tea 

Quiet lips and darting eyes--

I will not hurt you

At least 

Not on purpose.

We are good people

And your hands 

Are warm 

Over my chest. 

When I move close 

To you like this--

Can this silence

Between I and your 

Racing heart

Fall to words out loud?

I plead in signs 

That only angels and 

The garden gnomes know.

It’s a kind of waiting 

I’ve practiced 

Searching for expressions 

On your face.

The air is cool 

The evening is winding 

Down and down

So you can hear me.

No one else is watching 

No one else is listening--

We are good people.

Let me in

To the haunted places 

Within you.

Make my hands 

Your home.

A cathedral of your 

Most outrageous desires.

Where my love pools 

You can do no wrong--

For what you have been 

Tormented and ashamed of

I will cradle.

We are good people.