Day 2, 40 minutes, 40 poems, 40 days

The Poet's Wife (Ars Poetica)

She wonders, some mornings
as she does now
if today he will
find the words to sculpt her
slight hips on the page. Hopes
he will notice
the lyrical rise and fall of breasts
and the crescendo of her exhalation.

He struggles most days,
to find words enough
to accurately describe a fern, let alone
convey the godliness of
her hip
pressed against his side or
the breast,
unassuming in its curve, rising.