That's All About It

He did not know who

Led Zeppelin was 

Nor did he know anything about the Stones or Queen, 

Janice or Leonard

He did know, though, how to kiss my neck,

My eyes closed while I waited for his lips 

To land in mine

He didn’t know who I really was then

How damaged

How sad

I was constantly masking the pain

Singing Bohemian Rhapsody out loud,

       Galileo, Galileo  

Love is a mastery

To know why Led Zeppelin,

Janice  and Leonard

Are my thing

Even when he doesn’t get them 

His hands were curious and eagerly 

Discovered my 

thin, fragile body

Thin, fragile

And easy to bruise

His feet searched  mine

Underneath the sheets

Looking for warmth

Sheets are always frozen

When you get into bed 

                              It is a habit

He said

I smiled 

Alexandra Park looks lonely 

From my lucky window

It is winter

It is Toronto

But not a soul is out 

Until they are

The bakery will open soon

Diana will cross the park,

Grab her cart, light a joint and walk toward 

The warm store to pick up her bread

The daily bread Jesus sends, 

According to her.

I come back to him

I kiss his ear with apricot lips 

And the back of his neck

In unisone

That is the place where I want to live

Spend my nights 

My dawns

The daylight 

Love is this:

Smelling each other’s eyelids

Kissing one ear

Then the other 

Right after, his chin

Slowly, licking all the way down

To the back of his knees.

That’s all about it.