Marriage as Water
There’s a woman to whom caress feels like fire
and fire caress.
Father-love made her a stranger in her own romance.
Each refusal of her husband thrusts him
farther from her.
Draw near, dearheart, says she
but do not enter me.
If marriage were mirror
she’d be mercury’s deft blemishes
but marriage is water
deepgathered and deepening.
Suspended for years in a pool of devotion
love works its way free of grief.