At the first

via Daily Prompt: Blush When first we fell in love, we were sure It would be forever, as if nothing could Separate us, like Romeo and Juliet, only We would not be duped into death as They were, ours would be a lifetime of Devotion, and there would be no compromise, No surprises at our…

I will not

I will not lie and suggest it doesn’t shock Change is so subtle that it goes almost Unnoticed in the familiar, yourĀ  body to Which I am as accustomed as to my own Moves around me, its faultlines evident and Marked just as the wrinkles that drag on Mine mock my mortality so that it…

The album

We will never be this young again We always knew that, but didn’t Believe it, until one day, looking At pictures of how we were, when   We were that young, smiling photos, The happiness blended with youth, We had to confess that time had Passed, happily and with the stealth   Of time slipping…

May 3rd: 25 Years

When did we go from Young and in love to Old and in love still? Of course, we never Really were young in love– Our love sprang in midlife And grew with companionship And care, caring as we did One about the other, but Honestly, when you are in Love, you are always young– Now…

Stalwart hearts

Strident hearts, stalwart hearts, Hearts as flighty as a deck of cards, capricious And whimsical, or hearts as devoted as the proverbial Doves, sincere as life-long fidelity, sentimental but not Lost to sentimentality. The heart, a muscle, often stands in For love. It is represented as an organ of desire, subject To the arrows that…

Hearts and flowers

Can it be that the heart, a muscle, is an Organ of desire? When it stands in for love, does it help Us recognize our best selves, and find a soul mate? Does the heart understand that love is better than Lust? Are there hearts less choosy, easier to seduce? Are some more finicky, like…

Heart II Heart

The heart’s a muscle, often standing in for love, Beating 72 pumps per minute, fuelling our feelings of Tenderness and remorse. Are we trivializing the work it does, Just keeping us alive, powering us with the sustenance we need, Nourishing every other organ with the blood-fuel that charges Rapidly through our veins? This seems like…

We are the other plus one

It’s so easy to appropriate the other. I am yours, you are mine. Names, sounding so strange at first, Quickly become our own. The other, no longer unfamiliar, is now us. We resonate in every syllable of tenderness. Fully assimilated, the other is no longer Unaccountable, or unexpectedly odd. We, I and the other, are…

Differences

We are so divergent, different, discordant, We disagree about so much, and quarrel, Almost incessantly, bickering over every Little thing, except, on most occassions, The day of the week, upon which we usually Agree. So contradictory are we, that some days We are not sure the other is right about Saturday, or Thursday, but any…

He remembers

He remembers, but his memory as he retells it Is so different from hers that it might be another moment Not the one she thinks they shared but one so like it So proximate, so similar, it must be the same. He remembers the where and the when so vividly She begins to doubt her…