As Summer and Laughter

It rained the day we met –
the day I wanted you and
never stopped wanting you.

A blind date of sorts in which
words rushed from me –
a kindred spirit.

I have found no one as
summer and laughter as you.
I write these words

as if you might have forgotten
us at 3am this morning, and
during your quest for danish,

you left me here alone,
awaiting your return as if I
could survive.

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The Finer Points of Unconditional Love

Seems unconditional love has some conditions:

“This sofa is mine. No one touches my toys.

And I have dibs on ALL the popcorn on
God’s green acre.”

These are just the deal breakers, of course.
But let me conclude with the finer points of
loving a dog as follow:

“You touch my toenails, I will,
forthwith, being of sound mind
and body, regrettably, have words
with you, i.e., growl, expose
my teeth and break skin. And
should dinner not come an hour
earlier every day, and if the
seven-eighths of the bed that I’ve
declared mine by my right as
the unconditional lover, not be upheld,
I will cry and eat books, not necessarily
in that order. All that being said,
I love you without conditions.”

In a Fine Field, I Will Swim

In a fine field, I will swim
the wild blue flowers.
A field filled with yellow music
of goldfinches, and a century
oak high upon the wind’s hill.
A field that has waited for me
all these years, not standing
on ceremony as though we’ve
seen hard times together, and
though beaten down a bit,
each of us is still here.

 

The Leave-taking

The meadow sparkles with six-inches
of clear water we cannot feel. You turn
and smile at me, winking.

You’ve assured me that you will find me.
There is silence as though rain has just
ended. We have decided from many choices.

They’re telling me that I’ll know you when
we’re sixteen. It is time. We will be born in
the same country.