After Love

by Maxine Kumin

Afterwards, the compromise.
Bodies resume their boundaries.

These legs, for instance, mine.
Your arms take you back in.

Spoons of our fingers, lips
admit their ownership.

The bedding yawns, a door
blows aimlessly ajar

and overhead, a plane
singsongs coming down.

Nothing is changed, except
there was a moment when

the wolf, the mongering wolf
who stands outside the self

lay lightly down, and slept.

[image via Flickr and Scott Wallick. Poem used here for personal and educational purposes only]

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[image from Brian Eno's 77 Million Paintings, via the exquisite EnoWeb. Mr. Eno, among other things in his amazing career, created the 3.25-second long opening chord for the Windows 95 operating system.]

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All Souls' Day

The feast of little goblins
is over again. Your own
was a pirate, her small hat
askew. And you
are everywhere
absent, as ever. and I
live without you
just this side
of that door.

A man
in the suburbs
where we went
trick or treating
threw candy from
his second story
window. "Are you
brave? Are you brave?"
He asked
the children.

Of course they said yes.
Of course they couldn't know.

Wordless, I can't
everywhere
wordless
without you.
I never can. Never can
live. I live.

Without you,
a lot of things
make me angry at once.
I can't seem to stay
where I should be, in this
velvet darkness, at the edge
of a safe lawn
on a safe street, waiting
for our daughter to return
with her treats.

When you say you are brave
you get candy. That is still
what we have to believe.