NEWS FROM HOME

Let's begin with something simple,
like the weather,
but these days, even the forecast
is complicated, a mixture
of rain, sleet and snow.
If you were here, I'd bombard you
with questions, the unanswerable kind
that always make you yawn.
I'd tell you the first time that your hand
traveled the bare distance
from my neck to my leg, and you insisted
you could handle the consequences,
a part of me didn't believe you.
I'd tell you everything I do,
even the unspeakable things,
I do out of love.
Of course, you would say,
you love me too, love me more.
That's never been the problem.
What I really want to say
is that sometimes I ache
from the absence of you,
and if you were here I'd shower you
with kisses and ask questions later.