Prodigal

All those years you spent hard after love
forgetting your own face, cleaved down
to heartwood, the reflective pools of your
own eyes spilling clouds. Now you are
back, door slamming behind you, duffle
bulked in the hall. Throw your arms around
your shoulders, congratulatory. Invite all
who know you, kill the fatted calf, raise a stink
of charred fat to god’s nose. While everyone
is still gorging, hard in their cups, slip away
to the most secret of beds. There, lip to lip,
rediscover the one who loves you best.