A Poem for Kimball

First Sunday

I encircle you

In my arms

your head bowed

and leaning

my eyes seeking

yours, now hidden,

I breath deep,

eyes closing,

my chest opening,

and it seems you slip

your body,

to my memories

gone aground

and the earth hard

you come deliberately

and hold me

inside of me

I open my eyes

to your head still bowed,

I groan and lift

your fingers

and the silence

grows silent –

your pulse

now breathing

between

my lips