The sight of your broad shoulders
as you whack the pink flesh of chicken
with a mallet is erogenous.
I want to run my hands over their strength
and with my fingers feel the flex of muscle
as you pound chicken into something
that soon will melt in my mouth.
From the other room sitting with my book
open on my lap I watch you move
from surface to surface in the kitchen
a big man in a small space
carefully preparing supper.
I am the space you occupy
as you control your beautiful solidity
and exert your will over flesh and flame.
It is me you grasp with your large hands
with your muscles
This is my most-requested poem when I'm doing a reading. People seem to like that whacking business. I certainly liked watching my husband do it.
My daughter Milo
My niece Allison and Jacob
My daughter Annika
These are a few of the faces I love to look at. There are many more. I see beauty in their eyes. I feel love bloom in my heart. This is a very good life, to contain such fine cadre of beloveds.