summer of 1999

 

I love my cold ears on your collarbone 

By Olivia Gwyn

After I have been sitting 

on the porch where

the sun hasn’t reached 

We have been snap-ish 

with each other all morning 

and there is no good reason 

There is forgiveness,

thank goodness,

even for the smallest things

So when you laugh

I take hold of it

with both hands 

The sun touches my toes

and the coffee grows cold 

and a long morning is just

Another chance to make you laugh

and for you to kiss me on my neck

for as long as we both shall live