Monday, December 31, 2012

POEM: Homemakers, by Pablo Miguel Martinez

When two men make a home
it is more than board
and wire and stone; it is
a puzzle, an address
for neighbors' scorn, this
the husband and husband know,
so they frame their home with care
and well-tended beds --
bearded irises, starry
corn-blues. This is how 
they make it new.
These men will gripe and cook
and such, but mostly they will love -- 
they will love in that Genesis way,
before the hissing and the shame;
they will let music play
in formal spaces, they will stir 
the breeze with uncued kisses,
then shush the night
with circles traced
on gym-tamed places.
This is what two men do
when they make a home:
they vow to crumple blueprints,
they vow to make it new.


-- Pablo Miguel Martinez

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