My wife and my youngest daughter and I in our front yard right before going out to eat and to see Kong: Skull Island.

Even though we took the day off we still got in a little action…


My wife arrived home from a trip to the beach on July the First. The next morning we had get home sex. She went to sleep afterwards but I got up and wrote the following poem.

I like the poem a lot but I am having difficulty naming it. I like these potential names/titles: Rich Everafter, Those Treasures Within, The Labors of Love, The Harvest of Human Labors, or Sweat of Our Love. 

If you have a preference among those or would like to make your own suggestion then feel free to do so. I look forward to reading your ideas.

Here is the poem. Let me know what you think, and what you would call it.

My wife’s body is naked and soft like broken ground
My wife’s body smells rich like fertile soil
My wife’s body is dark and moist like morning loam the restless Meander has watered at sunrise

I think that I shall plow her deeply again when she wakes and see what treasures within us both lie hid

Like the open fields of tended Pharos or the silty banks of the flooded Nile we shall suddenly sprout silver and salt and bare fecund Earth overflowing with milk and honey and blood dark wine and rampant wild oats and thus shall we feed ourselves a lifetime on the harvest of our human labors and the sweat of our love

My wife’s body is naked

My body is naked

Now shall we again labor in earnest, produce in abundance, and be rich everafter…


“While you have grown and groaned with sweetest whispers,
and I have shaken like a ship upon storm tossed seas…”

As breasts have swelled with womanhood
As ankle encircled with gold and silver charm,
As lips have parted with liquid kiss
And past has passed all things remiss,
As curves have gentled, as flesh has warmed
As eyes of coal have fires borne,
As legs have wrapped me in embrace
As passion illuminates your face,
As hands do squeeze, as smiles report
To signal of your sure transport,
I feel as if we first did love
Woman of earth, spirit above,
A rain upon me in the heat
No lonely wind, but storm complete,
With hair all by this tempest blown
As we do grasp with equal moan
While we in lover’s passion gasp,
Our ship at sea is anchored fast.

More woman now in sweeter age
More full, more want, more love to rage,
And yet the fires wherewith you burn
Do complement me in my turn,
With uplifted face you signal me
And in your nakedness I see
Wife and lover, mother, friend,
Beyond that does your vision send
A currency I cannot spend,
For the commerce of our desperate hold
Cannot be reckoned, not retold,
Except for this, for this to say,
Tonight my woman as if the day
With coming morn could e’er announce
Your value now beyond recount,
Our ship at sea is anchored fast
Our treasured hold is deep and vast,
And yet of gold I could not count
The measure of your true amount,
More woman now than when first spent
My body borrowed, my heart is lent,
Wife and lover, mother, friend,
We sail this world until she ends.

(a love poem for my wife)


Last night my wife asked me if I thought we’d be “together forever?” (It’s been twenty years, doesn’t that qualify?)

So I wrote her a poem in response:



West of the Sunset, East of the Dawn
The place I first found you, where you belong
Darker than nightfall, brighter than day
Lost in between them, here I will stay

Seven Great Cities all on a hill
Have fallen to nothing yet I’m with you still
Forests have vanished, rivers are dry
I haven’t wandered; I’m still by your side

The poets, the playwrights, the minstrels are gone
Their verses as empty and dead as their songs
I’m going nowhere without you along
West of the Sunset, East of the Dawn

The moon in her orbit, the stars in their paths
Ten thousand summers and winters will pass
Old men will wonder, and children know not
Whatever’s remembered whenever forgot

The Earth shall grow ancient, the mountains collapse
Of us shall be always without a relapse
Forgotten in legend but still living on
West of the Sunset, East of the Dawn

One day a sailor shall glide past this world
An explorer by mishap will see all unfurled
Frontiersmen will cross into lands still unknown
There they will find us, for we never roamed

West of the Sunset, East of the Dawn


I want a little middle love
The kind that’s easy at the ends
The kind that starts before it does
The kind that borrows when it lends

I want a little middle love
So you can be my better half
So I can be a better man
So you can smile and I can laugh

Middle love, my middle love
You fit me like a well-worn glove
The softness when I hold you tight
The night is quiet, the moon is bright

Your middle love is never far
It wraps around me, keeps me here
Its outer edges mark my heart
So I won’t wander from you dear

I want a little middle love
To buy the future with our past
I want a little middle love
Because that is the kind that lasts

I want a little middle love
The kind that plays, then gently sleeps
My middle love, my truest love
Give your all, and all I’ll keep

Middle love, my middle love
You fit me like a well-worn glove
The gladness when I hold you tight
The stars come close to share your light

And I’m with you girl, here tonight…