Awake Alive
for D.A.

free to enjoy her still
don’t know if she realizes
that it is against death that I write

wonder if she realizes what light she lights
what hours she adds

she’d have extended my history
added pages to my history book

see her body, how my heart beats
how it quickens

in bed, on her feet, in her short white shorts
what her hips and thighs weigh
what a woman she is

recipe I’d want or that item on the menu
her vegetables with tomatoes, beets


© Obediah Michael Smith, 2009
7:56 p.m. 16.09.09