When We Met

Poem by Kate Light

When we met you told me
little sounds at night
disturb you: ticking clocks,
that strange breathing fans
make, buzzing of a light
switch. I said, I understand,
I am the same and already
had the thought that we
would some day share in kind;
though I am not usually
quick to run such places in my mind.

Now that I lie next to you,
sounds of clocks are nothing to
the singing of my heart
which keeps me up night
after night kissing every part
of you that I can find.


American Arts Quarterly, Winter 2014, Volume 31, Number 1