i
man to wife

at evening she glows like the fading sun
delicate hands holding a rose to her chin
she is sleeping and her eyes are closed
fluttering lashes, a slight smile upon her lips
i will not kiss her 'til she wakes.
at sunset she is like a temple, honored and sacred
the light flooding in between her arm and side
where once my rib joined with dust to make her breathe
light flooding in between her thighs where life's conceived
i breathe, and watch her breathe.
her golden belly rising, falling softly
if it will not wake her, i would sing.
beautiful sunlight with the flower on her heart.

ii
woman to husband

i, too, am his wish.
he sees me and calls my name.
beloved, come and see.
i will come to you, i will come
for you are my beloved, too,
so wonderful for me.

iii
woman to husband

when he works, i watch him secretly.
he may handle objects with strongest force,
but i am no object to him.
he comes to me with gentle hands
the same hands that sculpt or carve with care
the most fragile piece of artistry.
i am fragile but not frail to him, to his hands.