Making More

quests, that is


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Making More

Something you said
about worms in rain the day we met
Persuades my brain to stay the storm,
a poem gnawed stars from bone
as my heart splayed robin’s wings.
Spooning you, your faucet drips,
my moon chuckles through your window,
the candle flame laps shadows,
and somewhere in the room spiders make more,
their moans and ours just octaves apart.
Something you said about sadness
being a story we could revise:
a triumph like an Easter Christ
to clutch to our hearts like Grails
we’ve found in each other
changes no to yes,
to this
and every quest.
Let’s moan and moan and make more