Polyamory

(for Michelle)

I love my partner's golden body,
black hair greying like mine, but
I also feel inside me, butterflies, bees
trapped in a buzz, hum, when I see
long-legged, or curvy women, like young
birds, or deer, waiting for a light, clustered
in giggling groups in a cafe, or smiling
as we pass on many sidewalks, and you
the one with giggle like water running water,
you I remember all the way home, a sweet song
all the way to my toes. 

James Stansberry