Thirty Plus Years
Want as a dog
a bone not a hand
to feed, a buttery
marrow bloom to
tongue & savor.
You say it again
aloud: want, as
if desire is all
you desire. Dust
collects in marriage's
corners between
children & retirement,
an ampersand
propping up more
than tapas & tadalafil
can sustain. Likewise
there is a distance
words can't reach.
Yet such a feeling
surges when she
moves in morning sun.