I suppose this could be a companion piece to the poem I just posted. I found them together (along with two quite different pieces).
My older work is certainly easier to follow than the oddness that drives my Muse these days.
I Wanted You Most
I wanted you most yesterday,
freshly showered and barefoot,
aglow under the black dampness of your hair.
laughing as I urged you to stay home.
No work should interrupt this,
the sweetness of your warmth,
the exquisite pattern of your breath,
your cells dividing, endlessly replicating you.