Poetry: After Love

After Love
–Max­ine Kumin

After­wards, the compromise.
Bod­ies resume their boundaries.

These legs, for instance, mine.
Your arms take you back in.

Spoons of our fin­gers, lips
admit their ownership.

The bed­ding yawns, a door
blows aim­less­ly ajar

and over­head, a plane
singsongs, com­ing down.

Noth­ing is changed, except
there was a moment when

the wolf, the mon­ger­ing wolf
who stands out­side the self

lay light­ly down, and slept.

Cur­rent Mood: 🙂peace­ful
Cyn is a proud Mommy & Mémé, professional geek, avid reader, fledgling coder, enthusiastic gamer (TTRPGs), occasional singer, and devoted stitcher.
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