Further Reflections on the Poet’s Inadequacy

I tried to write a poem

about how your hugs

restore me to a place

of peace and warmth,

but the metaphors

were a faded postcard

to the mystic view

of your soft embrace.

I wonder how we managed before,

But cannot phrase this marveling

except to email you a link

to a particular John Donne poem.

For tonight,

I have had it with poetry

but I’m glad I know you.