Rubin (poem)

our love ephemeral 

like the fluffy sheets fresh from the dryer 

such fleeting warmth that wraps around my skin 

and leaves me clinging like a child to a blanket long outgrown

oh my linen lover,

how i long to wrap myself in your patchwork arms forever. 

and quilt you in my breast

to stitch back where i am worn

but tonight,

 i will sleep on cold sheets

and darn what’s left of me in the morning