Tag Archives: intimacy

Navigational Error

4 a.m. isn’t a good time
to walk through the door
when you are supposed to be
sleeping on the couch
where you’ve slept
for almost half your marriage
because the bed wasn’t big enough
for you after she decided
she wanted to sleep
with all your flaws
packed in between you.
And even though intimacy
is a fond memory without hope
of resurrection,
the hours-old memories
twisting in your body
won’t allow you to be believed
when you tell her you
got lost on the way home
from the midnight movie.

 

 

 

 

 

 

DeMaris
5-31-18

“Interior” by Edgar Degas, 1868-1869

Fires

 

My boots were muddy
from our walk in the woods
and my hands were cold
on that February afternoon
bright with cumulus clouds
demanding their share of the sky
and below their gaze
we stood face to face
with bashful smiles
and you took my hands
in yours and refused to let me
burrow under your layers
to get to your warm belly
which was beginning to laugh
at how good it was
to be alive in that moment
and then you kissed me
and drove me to your house
where you made a real fire
and together we made one too
and the weight of nothing but you
was upon me and I have never
been so naked or felt so clean.

 

 

 

 

 

DeMaris
2-13-17

Painting by A.J. Casson, “Algoma” 1929

 

Little Voices

Tomorrow
is going to show up
on your doorstep
whether you sleep
through the night
or barely survive
the way it twists
and turns your plans
into something
nefarious instead of
necessary
and beautiful—
and the night is
notorious for keeping
you awake with doubts
that begin to sound
like voices that know
you better than you
know yourself.

 

 

 

DeMaris
2-11-17

 

 

 

Finally

Be my guide into twilight—
lead me to a place
where I can at last lay down
against your warm bare skin
long enough for all our fears
to float away before I touch
your lips with mine—
and when you pull me close
I will finally breathe again
after this long wait is over
and you will find the kind
of love you told me once
you never thought you’d have.

 

 

 

 

DeMaris
2-11-17

“The Romance of Tristram and Iseult” by Maurice Lalau, 1909

Alphabet

How small they are—
our sins.
We could
break them down
into words
then into letters
which could seem
almost entirely
insignificant
if they weren’t
exchanged between us
in secret
in the dark hours—
and if they weren’t
forming complete
sentences
that were building
a bridge between us
that one day soon
we will cross over.
And we will
cross over—
and when we do
there will be no
forgiveness
waiting
when we need
to turn around
to go back home.

 

 

 

 

 

DeMaris
12-31-16

 

 

Semantics

I know why
there are
so many words
for the act
of intercourse:
sex
screwing
fucking
getting it on
making whoopee—
all these words
and phrases
so that
the holy of holies—
Making Love
can never truly
be hijacked
for use
in any bed
or on any blanket
that doesn’t
contain
two people
who are naked
down to their
souls.

 

 

 

DeMaris
12-28-16

Photograph by Imogen Cunningham “Two Callas,” 1929