By Gala
Date: 24 March 2000
A Modern Day Translation
Morning
Coffee cooked in a stainless steel pot
on a gas stove,
breakfast spent not gazing into
each other's eyes,
but trying to remember
what needs done.
Conversation
isn't limited to the
stunning pathos of my eyes
or your masculine profile.
Honey did you pay the gas bill...
Is the tax form...
Have you seen the green chamois...
It's called real life.
Concern
when I see your brow furrow
deep lines, worry, mundane matters
that matter nonetheless.
I have shared
two decades with you
and what you need to know
that I have never said
is when you reach for my hand
that gentle squeeze
without words
an embrace for it's own sake
or simply
"Be careful love---"
carry the weight
of every night of
passion
that led us to today.
You are my comfort.
You are my life.
You are the blue eyes still
that drown me with love or lust.
You are "knowing"
and love me still
despite the foolish heart
that expects the world
but settles joyfully
for the man that you are.
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