Saying Goodnight Near Bethlehem
Shadows from the concrete factory
cling to our shoulders as we embrace
at the end of the driveway.
These secondhand silhouettes stretch across
summer lawns like the capes super heroes
wear in all my old comic books.
But this isn’t the episode on our storyboard
when we rescue suburbia from communists,
and foil plots to detonate a nuclear reactor.
Tonight is about her love demolishing
the Berlin Wall surrounding my soul,
until we are one united country.
Her lips slip me an alphabet of love
I didn’t know I was capable of writing.
Little ravens on her yellow sundress
wave their wings in the wind
as each letter appears.
Her mouth tastes like water
from a thunderstorm and the last
sip of an unfiltered lager.
One kiss makes me feel like
I can leap factory smokestacks.
This is the storyline where my heroine
braves my ghost town heart to conquer
the Kryptonite of my fears.
This is the comic strip where I rocket
up to heaven to gather enough starlight
to write her name in a constellation.
In this city south of Bethlehem,
we are the love we deserve.