By Gala
Date: 25 September 2000
Dearest Heart, Fondest Wish
Oh we need to work on the magic end,
bring back the words we lost
because they smelled of lavender
and were old fashioned thinking.
We need yearning
courtly
consumed
devoted
flirting beneath lowered lashes
smoldering looks
stolen kisses
touches turned electric
because there was no expectation.
We need to stop counting
and trying to quanitify
the stuff that really doesn't matter
and fall in love
with the moon,
with life
with someone
who actually is after our heart
and simply won't rest
until they've caught it.
We need to toss a bouquet of wildflowers
count some stars with a kindred heart,
and remember that love isn't a race
with the big prize going to the fastest.
We need to nibble a lip,
whisper softly,
be whispered to in mild abandon
have our knees turn traitor
and our hearts beat hard
because someone beloved
said i love you
at exactly the right instant.
That's what it takes
to make this life
of ten thousand small annoyances
dissolve
into something
that deserves my passionate attention.
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