take these hands and bind
them to your body: tether
your life, love, by mine
*
take this body and bind
it to your life: render
your world, love, to mine
*
take that love and bind
it to your world. offer
your hands, love, with mine
at no time did I
imagine that we’d be here
together, apart
*
I did not expect
that your heart would be mine, that
I would have your heart
hungry for your time
and attention, affection
undivided and free
*
thirsting for your touch
and energy, your calm cool
hand smooth upon me
*
yearning for your words
your voice reverberating
sounds are all the same
*
take what you will now
give me what you want to feel
call me by my name
if you should die and
leave me here, your death will not
be a departure
*
“so sorry for your
loss”, they’ll say, but i know: there
is no other way
*
one of us is bound
to go before the other,
but no one is lost
*
life is change, and yet
death is neither threat nor loss
our love was my gain
“The spirit of her invincible heart guided her through the shadows.” — Gabriel Garcia Marquez
the memory of
your skin on mine/resides where
love and light align
*
revelation when
you look at me/alights my
body, soul, and mind
*
the beauty when you
see me through compels me to
embrace divine
I will remember
the smell of your hair, softer
than anything else
*
I will linger on
the feeling of your body
bone meets flesh meets skin
*
I will think about
the way your hands bear against
me and mine (like wine)
though love lit our past
the past is not your present,
isn’t even past
*
love is our future
the present will always pass
hard, and sometimes fast
*
live in the present
your future is not your past
this chapter won’t last
I never thought that
I’d respond to you like this
with a heart that skips
*
I did not know that
you’d reveal yourself like this
gentle hands, soft lips
*
Who imagined that
we’d unearth these mysteries–
these fortunes, these gifts?
the only thing more
honest than your vision is
your heart, beating true
*
the only thing more
nuanced than your beauty is
your mind, thinking through
*
the only thing more
beautiful than laughter is
your voice, speaking truth
*
