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