enterprikayak wrote:Next up, someone do:
Habitation by Margaret Atwood (a poem about marriage)
the edge of the receding glacier
where painfully and with wonder
at having survived even this far
we are learning to make fire
Her kiss warmed me
The expanse of icy disregard between us was
The edge of the receding glacier.
We played a game of touch and touch not
In which we made the rules as we went along, and
Where painfully and with wonder
We learned what it was like to love
To absorb ourselves in each other, and marvel
at having survived even this far.
Day by day, thought by thought,
Word by word, touch by touch,
We are learning to make fire.