Jody's Notes
Oh cool, I said to myself after I wrote this. Here's a poem that's kind of cheerful. All the way down, as it were. I wasn't sure I was capable of something like that.
The small dark, cozy
like holding hands
that block the light between them.
Surprisingly, this is a good thing.
We pond together, marsh ourselves
into intimacy; skinny-dip beneath the sheets.
Only the eyes, their pupils expanding like hopes,
draw light and offer it pooled and sweetened,
The dim dispersed by twinned glows.
© 2011 Jody Azzouni