Rituals of Love
Rituals of love—
Making the coffee,
Getting the flowers,
Remembering things
You’d otherwise forget.
You have to be water
Flowing downhill,
Finding the low places,
Filling the cisterns
Without ever knowing
What is meant by wetness.
That’s one theory—
Knowing what you are
By your effect on others.
You have to pay attention.
Look, she’s reaching for a towel.
Her eyes are closed.
Her body glistens.
Her raven hair drips.
10/18/26
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