"He Still Turns Me On"
 TO MY HUSBAND THEODORE WITH LOVE.
He still turns me on, even after
all these years-- i go
weak
at his touch
the fog of his breath
is my reason
for living
at each touch of his lips
i write three new books of poetry
in my heart, and
with every smile, I know
everything i fear is a shadow in
the night, a spectre, that he will
save me from
any danger,
that he's got the world
in the palm
of his little hands.
When his fists
are balled up
and clenched
against the tiny pillow,
he sleeps
with a slight smile
on his face.
It's natural for him
to smile when he sleeps.
I think it is the sweetest thing.
So I stay up all night
to keep watch
to protect him,
my little lamb.
AMEN./////////////////////