By White Bear Woman
From a song by Heather Bishop
If you live alone long enough
your own life begins to make love to you.
It starts as casually as any friendship,
things you really love,
a candle, flowers.
You begin to move the furniture,
rearranging for your own
pleasure what had been
agreed upon with another.
Then one night,
maybe in winter,
when snow makes the world
hold its tongue, and
the whole sky is filled
with the sharp light of the stars,
she comes to your bed.
touches your nipple for the first time
you realize she is the best lover
you will ever have.
That moment is worth all the rest.
Each night after that,
when what is immense and undeniable
lumbers stubbornly toward the house,
coming close in with the dark,
you will turn on the light.
Copyright 2001 White Bear Woman