“lauds”
a frenzy of bird songs wake me when it is twilight
your familiar body is dawn lit through venetian blinds
slats of soft light accentuating the curves of your back
an island amongst the waves of sheets tossed aside
you are my bora bora to sail back to after the war
i gently kiss each buttock trying not to wake you
i kiss the lagoon in the small of your back and next
the shoulder nearest me and finally your face which smiles
eyes peering at me you groggily ask what and i answer
in all the world you only are my homeland
—Bruce Harris Bentzman
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