(A Love Poem)

Will you let exhilaration
Wring out
The hilarity in every mop
Of joy?
A shoe
A baby’s shirt left behind
Of these there are
No black and white stills
Nor cheap recordings
Bought with stolen goods.
I give the bad back to you
And you draw me, standing
In the sand, a perfect picture
Of refuge.  Will you let
Me land on this safe shore
Where your doors are
Always open?