Last Night Was Less Dark Than Dreams Were

the moon, a glow,
plate of light.
I'll remember
sitting at the kitchen
table, laughing
at your stories. For
each of us, the
other's skin a
magnet. At least
I saw it that way.
Call me Rashomon.
Your hands over
my thighs, my
breast, as if avoiding
my heart. I don't
know if you ever
longed for the
wooden ceiling
over my bed, if near
the end you thought
of those slats
as the casket you
were moving toward.
As if, like the 17
year old cheerleader
you loved to mourn
as you moved
away in time, not
seeing me made
the little there
was more real. You
always longed
for longing more
than anything else

Recent books from LYN LIFSHIN: The Licorice Daughter: My Year with Ruffian, Texas Review Press, Another Woman who Looks Like Me from Black Sparrow at Godine., following Cold Comfort and Before It's Light, Desire and 92 Rapple. She has over 120 books and edited four anthologies. Also out recently: Nutley Road, Persephone, Barbaro: Beyond Brokenness, Lost in the Fog, Light at the End, Jesus Poems and Ballet Madonnas, Katrina, Lost Horses, Chiffon, and Ballroom. And just out: All the Pets Who Have Touched Me, Living and Dead. All True: Especially the Lies. Her web site is