Rip Van Winkle is supposed to be a cautionary tale

but you did the dishes and put our daughter to bed

and now, we are barely

awake on fresh sheets, and your cock rests 

on my hand like a baby, fat and happy- 

doing exactly as it Please, 

and I run my fingers over your upper thigh,

right below that crease in your hip that shuts

up the world, and closes all the doors 

in my mind, and the soft little hairs 

are like a tall bed of grass where I could Fall 

asleep in the Catskill sun 

for twenty years, and wake up Crowned 

in white, eyes swimming and the Old Wife Dead.

My whole body warm,

newborn.