Who Makes My Beautiful Wife? 

      
       Who makes my beautiful wife
       spin silver threads
       from her skull
       that toss and tumble
       like rivers to her waist?


       Who makes my beautiful wife
       for a moment every night
       deliver, like the moon,
       her story
       in borrowed light?

       Who makes cursive, 
       darting flecks and lines,
       teardrops in their wake,
       then a child returned to laughter
       at the turning of the page;
       the invisible and visible,
       of all this give and take?

       Who makes my beautiful wife 
       more beautiful everyday?



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