Sometimes
I would like to live with you
In a wood cabin on a lake.
Lying awake at night
By an open fire
With your hand on my cheek,
In my hair,
On the back of my neck.
A Star of David
Hangs in the window.
A pine wreath on the front door.
The pop and crackle.
Your breath in my ear.
The wind at the chimney.
It wouldn’t be so bad.
Agitation of hands. Strength of words. 