On Coyote Sex

There he lay,
howling at the hole.

How had he driven, her.
To this place.

This lack of , intimacy.

Once young love,
they had been,
together, and apart.

The first time,
on the second day.

This nibbling,
On the ear.

This request is then,
To help, to make a baby.

This then request, had failed.

Then did come, the babies.
From one who luved them, all.

Then life gets , busy, complicated.

Then the cancer, and the anger and the loss, of real intimacy.

By then, much time, has passed.

Now begins the third marriage,
To the first wife.

Does he court her again?

Two homes they create, together,
Again.

The nightly phones calls.
The weekly visits,
To remind her again,
How valued, she is,
To him.

Now tobe, renewed,
intimacy.

This then, is his task.

To understand this poem, it is important to understand what coyote sex is.  It is based on a joke my dad used to tell me as a boy.  Coyote sex is when you howl at the hole, knowing the person sleeping next to you, will never desire physical intimacy again.

I am exploring the feelings I have towards my wife who will always and Eternally remain my most important relationship. What then type of intimacy can I create between her and I now and Eternaly.

When I created this poem, I was living with my father and calling my wife nightly, desperately seeking to maintain an eternal marriage covenant. I was living with him because my wife understood how important my covenant with my parents was to maintaining our eternal temple covenant. She invited me to begin to live this way when she understood how much my father needed me.  I was his legal guardian and medical power of attorney. I would tell her nightly that compared to all eternity this 5 years would be a short time in our eternal covenant.