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Somewhere between morning and now, a poem by Janet E. Irvin

Somewhere between morning and now

Somewhere between morning and now

as I harvest beans, deadhead marigolds,

and cradle the plump, sun-warmed

flesh of a Cherokee purple, I remember

you and me lying on the hill above Athens,

Ohio not Greece, in the grass we called curly 

for the way the blades embraced our naked 

sunbaked bodies as we made love.

Somewhere between that dawn

and this noon our skins abandoned 

their tight fit, sagged, sloughed free

like the blanched peel of a tomato

stewed in its own juice, its seeds,

like ours, passed on to future gardens.

Chores done, I step into the dim present, 

to watch you napping, still as an effigy

on a royal tomb, hands cupping the place 

where I once laid my head to savor

the beating pulse of love after lust.

My heart stutters over the desire

to lie once more where we once lay

somewhere between morning and now.

Janet E. Irvin is a career educator, author, and poet. Writing as J.E. Irvin, she is the author of seven mystery/thriller novels. Her poems, short stories, and essays have appeared  in a variety of publications, including Hawaii Pacific Review, Creosote, The Raven’s Perch, Alfred Hitchcock Mystery Magazine, and Literary Mama and the anthologies Songs for Wild Ohio and A Shape Produced By a Curve. Irvin is a member of the Greenville Poets, Sisters in Crime, Central Ohio Fiction Writers, and Buckeye Crime Writers. In addition to writing, she serves on the Springboro City Park Board and is a member of the Springboro Area Historical Society. She and her husband reside in southwest Ohio on the edge of a nature park, which serves as inspiration for much of her work.