Indescribable-our love—and still we say

With eyes averted, turning out the light,

“I love you,” in the ordinary way


And tug the coverlet where once we lay,

All suntanned limbs entangled, shivering, white . . .

Indescribably in love. Or so we say.


Your hair’s blonde thicket now is tangle-gray;

You turn your back; you murmur to the night,

“I love you,” in the ordinary way.


Beneath the sheets our hands and feet would stray . . .

To warm ourselves. We do not touch, despite

A love so indescribable. We say


We’re order now, that “love” has had its day.

But that which love once countenanced, delight,

Still makes you indescribable. I say,

“I love you,” in the ordinary way.


Michael R. Burch