(no subject)
there are times i think i will regret
not keeping a record of this,
the beginnings of our long life of love together.
then i remember that there is a record
in the words we send to each other here.
it is a record far more emotionally articulate
than a simple accounting of days.
it goes to the heart of what i feel in these moments.
that it fills me with joy to awake to your sleeping body
curled around me, or my arm across your waist;
the way your black eyes flash in the morning's grey light;
the way your body rocks toward me when you kiss me,
as if involuntary, magnetic.
my god I have never wanted anything more than i want you.
to spin around and put my mouth on yours;
to draw you into me as deep as deep can be;
to see you smile and play with words.
you ARE fine to me, my own love,
and necessary as lungsful of cool mountain air;
as sun on my eyelids.
you are as necessary to me as my own heartbeat.
i love you more every day.