The quotidian creates
a surface for love.
Easy to glide around there…
not dive for what nourishes,
but each night
when the moon melts
on the lake, I watch
from our window,
longing
to sleep the soft sleep
of the well loved.
Without regret,
I could descend
even a metaphoric stair with you tonight
in taper-light, searching for Anteros
The Steady, god
of mutual love,
protector of the long-married: Anteros,
brother of Eros the handsome,
who loved what was out of reach.
Oh well then,
Anteros, that is why
we weren’t taught about your
quiet, unexciting ways,
but stumble
upon you sometimes
merged with your brother
on a familial candlelit stair.
