A Love Poem

Here is a love poem I wrote during the blizzard.

At the Reservoir

We gather the neighbors

for champagne and stand

outside in the quiet white that surrounds

the houses while we toast

the record storm of 2010,

and amid the clinks and the laughter

my eyes go toward the dark ridge

that makes the reservoir,

the water that connects you to me,

our thoughts that move underneath

snow and ice, underneath trees

and families, in a space where

we drift weightless and intertwined

making love in the way we can,

you blue-green and me red-brown,

and later that night I go inside

to gaze at your picture because

in the four hours since I’ve

last looked, I’ve forgotten your eyes,

you miles away, but I find you in the water,

your colors so close they turn black.