Roses for Jacalyn
	(St. Valentine's Day 1997)



	Winter seeps from the window frame
	and drives me deeper beneath the covers

	I'd forgotten warmth
	until nestled with you
	watching Star Wars

	Unable to sleep
	I huddle under the comforter
	and try not to shiver


		* * 


	Haunted by your voice
	I melt language
	and drink the current
	that fires your eyes


		* *


	I remember fever pooled
	in desire
	   prisoner of an angel
	   ghost in the open

	and long for the present
	for the ocean of you

	
		* * 


	Take my hand, a garden of fingers--
	they'll dance whispers across your belly
	and sing of skin, our only Eden