Hiding Becomes Her

I was hiding under the table

When you came

And made love to me.

Then we lay together there

And looked up

At the graffiti underneath.

We took turns reading

The vulgate wisdom tucked away.

We cried at the beauty

And the truth

Until we laughed again.

And then we stayed

In each other’s arms

And, My Love,

You loved me so,

Until the day became the night,

And night became the day,

And I became myself,

And now, even hiding becomes me.

-jenn long