by Maggie Graber

via Lue’s Poetry Hour

Love, show me your teeth.
Show me the night settling

like a black pond, moon
a glint in a wolf’s eye. Show me
your eyes of bone-white

and shadow, the bonfires
that stripped off our bark

and your throat full of bees.
Look. The river changes tenses
and I can’t get enough of this

light, the needlework of stars
and the dozen broken hearts

it took to get to this one—
a marble peering through ashes
like moonlight in mist.