A solid lover

You want to love me--
by day, by the rubble
of Jericho, sweet beneath
the tower of Babel. You
sit in my covered boots,
my covered wagon teeth,
believing I'll come
home, that I'll leave
the rough city
life, the straw, the pig's
pods. You call
me the whitewashed woman.
You think of me when
You bleach the curtains, the floor,
an entire continent.
You see me as Rahab--
You're waiting
for me to dangle the scarlet
rope from my window.