Now That the Children are Sleeping
by Al Gabor

Now that the children are sleeping,

Let's be like them.

All needful,

all hungry mouth,

our world distilled

to the taste on our tongues,

and the pleasure

our fingers find.


In the years when we were alone

and unhurried,

I watched you while you slept,

watched as your dreams

arranged the lines of your face,

like sunlight playing

on the skin of a lake.


These days your waters seem

an underground spring,

a hidden pulsing.


Lie beside me.

Let me taste your tongue.

My sex is the sweet wood

a dowser uses to divine water.

I will drink your waters,

let your moisture perfume

my bearded face.