Robert Jacoby

poet, novelist in Maryland

is Joy
(first published in Cobalt Review, Issue 10, Winter 2013)

my cells clawing their way with need from re-membering pieces of our love,
tongue touch praise and song,

my suffering ends where you begin
dressed in sacred skins
sheltered and holy
unfolding slow
rainy delights

and I weep
knowing you will never know
with what joy I recline at the table of your body.