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After Making Love We Hear Footsteps
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For I can snore like a bullhorn
or play loud music
or sit up talking with any reasonably sober Irishman
and Fergus will only sink deeper
into his dreamless sleep, which goes by all in one flash,
but let there be that heavy breathing
or a stifled come-cry anywhere in the house
and he will wrench himself awake
and make for it on the run - as now, we lie together,
after making love, quiet, touching along the length of our bodies,
familiar touch of the long-married,
and he appears - in his baseball pajamas, it happens,
the neck opening so small
he has to screw them on, which one day may make him wonder
about the mental capacity of baseball players -
and flops down between us and hugs us and snuggles himself to sleep,
his face gleaming with satisfaction at being this very child.
In the half darkness we look at each other
and smile
and touch arms across his little, startling muscled body -
this one whom habit of memory propels to the ground of his making,
sleeper only the mortal sounds can sing awake,
this blessing love gives again into our arms.
Galway Kinnell
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Matt Mooney
(7/23/2009 7:28:00 AM) |
A complete poem. Love goes full circle.Letting love in also is part of it.Great.
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Diana Johnson
(5/17/2005 4:59:00 PM) |
This poem invokes visions of real love with its tenderness, innocence and commitment.
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Michael Shepherd
(4/11/2005 1:15:00 PM) |
Isn't this the most beautiful, tender poem?
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