I send a love letter from Ukraine

I am in love with a woman

but we are children still


who know nothing of war

or rain or time


how can I make her believe

love is a dangerous territory


the roads are bad

this year in Poltava


and in Donetsk the Russians

have leveled an entire airport


I tell her this while in Kyiv

while I stagger back


to my hotel room

drunk and partnerless


this is how desire

will yet make fools of us


tonight I am asking

only for another’s touch


as I pause on a bridge

overlooking the Dnieper

J. David is from Cleveland, Ohio and serves as poetry editor for Flypaper Magazine