we are older now, she and I. from opposite sides of the tracks across the great divide we meet in the middle weaving stories from the heart of our country 'tis of thee we cry across the misconceived divide.
we are older now. old enough to be girls together at table we eat slowly staring talking talking always laughing but mostly she sits betweenmy legs at our table of sun-warmed wood she pushing back into me my arms wrapped around her from behind.
we eat delicately spiced foods like little animals we stick rose petals to our faces our bodies as hungry as mouths as minds kissing the moments each and each