SLAM POETRY

Happiness

A man and a woman lie on a white bed.
it is morning. I think soon
they will waken. On the
bedside table is a vase of lilies;
sunlight pools in their throats. I watch him turn to her
as though to speak her name but silently, deep in her mouth
A the window ledge,
once,twice
a bird calls
And then she stirs her body
fills with his breath.
I open my eyes; you are watching me.
Almost over this room.
the sun is gliding.
Look at your face, you say,
holding your own close to me
to make a mirror.
how calm you are. And the burning wheel
passes gently over us.