Blue Notebook
The trip to Paris
is your attempt
to take us back
to a time when love
was just our bodies'
thoughtless responses.I plan to record everything;
the smell of the hotel,
the way our winter clothes
will hang down, heavy:how quiet the water will be
lapping soft against the tub,
washcloths dipping forgiveness
as you stroke me,
time slowing down
to just your handsand perhaps
light will enter
a small window
and hold us
and everything else
will be inconsequential
for a while.
