This is an email from Matthew Spira's Poetry, a newsletter by Matthew Spira.
TO MY LOVER (REDUX)
Well, my dear, the world IS on fire.
But we don’t have to try to deal
with any of it, at least not just yet.
So I’m going to pull you in closer
and let you sleep until you wake.
Maybe we try again tomorrow.
TO MY LOVER: DESIRE (IN MIDDLE AGE)
Middle age is about being many days, months, and years
down the road from the “happily ever after.”
A road that for many of us winds through the foothills
of early career and life choices.
The lush valleys of mating rituals.
The climb of procreating.
The ascension out of the thinning tree-lines
of life not going quite as expected.
Into the tricky rocks of career, relationship,
and family challenges. Searching for the path forward,
of making it all work; one that avoids the avalanches.
And sometimes it doesn’t.
So here we are.
In a little cabin somewhere in the wilderness.
Snow coming down, the fire crackling.
Making love, just you and me.
The world outside? That’s for tomorrow.
TO MY LOVER: LUST (IN MIDDLE AGE)
if our bodies
the hard bodies
of our youth?
Your squishy body
my squishy body
ABOUT MATTHEW SPIRA’S POETRY
My publication contains my poetry and stories. I tend to focus more on people than things, but I write about a wide variety of topics and moods. I am especially interested in the military/veteran experience, (single) parenting, and the bemusement of middle age.