The Healing
My feet ache with happiness
The circled tangos we turn
through foreign city, down
avenues broad, the metro.
I am flush and light as Medea.
The sun shines through me
My body thickening,
Filling with fertility.
How is it we can be
So free of it now.
It has left us, dear, pray gone
The thick rope to the past
Has been cut. We glide
In our new found freedom
Live at last as others
Only more so, each falling
To the other.
Lick clean the wounds.
Heal now the old sores.
