Living Happily Ever After

We used to strike sparks

off each other.

Our eyes would meet

or our hands,

& the blue lightning of love

would sear the air.



Now we are soft.

We loll

in the same sleepy bed,

skin of my skin,

hair of my head,

sweat of my sweat-

you are kin,

brother & mother

all in one,

husband, lover, muse & comforter;

I love you even better

without sparks.



We are pebbles in the tide

rolling against each other.

The surf crashes above us;

the irregular pulse

of the ocean drives our blood,

but we are growing smooth

against each other.



Are we living happily ever after?

What will happen

to my love of cataclysms?

My love of sparks & fire,

my love of ice?



Fellow pebble,

let us roll

against each other.

Perhaps the sparks are clearer

under water.