CALL ME BELOVED

and after a night of madness
I only want to be home –
the night was too long with
discussions of what could be different
had conversations gone a different way,
talk which never settles quite right
because for all of my complaint
I would never want anything else
but warm sheets and love forever,
love of friends and marriage talk
to keep me warm at night,
to define what I call home
and to define myself.