Sticky Caramel and Crystallized Kabbalah Melting on My Tongue

His eyes are closed in bliss
or maybe another death which is difficult to say

without understanding when certain things happen
there is a need

for a different language
otherwise how can I explain sticky caramel

has the same rough grain as the hair that covers
your chest.

Remember how I nestled in, how your arms
held mine,

how the bed-side lamp could be described
as The Light of Mercy

before clothing The Light of Wisdom
with the excuse

I will always be here, right next to your side,
the perfect alibi..

Alison Eastley lives in Tasmania, Australia, but would rather live in New Mexico. She's married and actually lives with her husband plus her two sons and is waiting for a frilly floral apron to fulfill her fantasy of living in a male-dominated household. She has another son and he pretends he is an artist, which is better, she supposes, than admitting he's a lost cause with a bad hair cut.