This is all I ask

Tonight I cry for the peace that will come.

For the distress in the air
of a dark house.
The people, the couple,
the loudness that brought me up
or forgot to.

My honey, a man made of big air and love,
arms and legs and trees and bones of love
around me,
I cry for the selfless adoration,
like rivers and earth pressed into him,
I own.

The wooden home, the sunlight over our breakfast
the peace that will come.
Hands down my thighs,
babies.

Maybe some day when these voices,
dark strange voices 
aren’t by me anymore,
don’t make up my home at all,
I’ll start to understand why they were

And that the creak of our wooden headboard
as we shift in bed late, hip to hip and head to shoulder,
is a beautiful noise,
is loud enough.

This is all I ask.
Sleep early, move kind, love tremendous.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Holly Mason]

beautiful thank you for sharing it

[Hannah Marilyn Boulier]

Hey! Thanks so much, Holly! (;