Jan/Feb 2001  •   Poetry

Blue Notebook

by Tasha

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 hands

and perhaps
light will enter
a small window
and hold us
and everything else
will be inconsequential
for a while.