It's not the grand gestures or Shakespearean greetings
that have kept me loving you.
It's not anything of outwardly extravagance and display.
No, it is your simple, daily affection
that keeps me loving you.
It is the way you tuck in the bed sheets the way I prefer.
It is the ability to know what I’ll order
but giving me the pleasure of doing so.
It is the jokes you’ve heard before
and the laugh I hear again.
It is your gentle touch
to brush away a fallen lash.
It is the wish you never share with me
in the hope that it may come true.

You speak the clarity in my soul
uplifting me with dedicated ambition.
You touch me without hands
and I know you without the passing of years.
You transcend and are present in all roles—
friend, teacher, lover, partner, brother,
soulmate.
At what point were you ever separate from me?
At what time where your dreams differentiated
from the dreams belonging to me?
Our futures and pasts fused
and are now the central vase for our bloom.

07/18/2006

Posted on 07/19/2006
Copyright © 2024 Lulu Alder