Poem for You

I am jealous of the sand

beneath you
 around you
what you see

bright things   erased lady
sparkling and traveling without luggage
before X
you are tattooed on my back    music
dies down

I too grew up in
the soft hands
of the gods

and a little donkey will lead them

Tears, tears, and I know
just what they mean
honeysuckles at night

I wrote this poem for you and haven't lost it

Copyright © 2013 by David Shapiro. Used with permission of the author. This poem appeared in Poem-A-Day on December 16, 2013. Browse the Poem-A-Day archive.