If I loved you more
it would ooze out of my pores
explode from my brain,
sizzle on my skin.
If I loved you more
you would never leave my side
I would wrap around your limbs
palpate your heart in my hands.
I could not love you more
for I am sloshing with love,
full to bursting,
obsessed,
with you.
You gather me into you
Entangling limbs and
Tickling kisses on the neck.
.
Your breath tangles in my hair
Escaping through quivering tendrils
Trembling into the night.
.
Your heartbeats drum against my back
Exquisite timpani.
Time stops.
He says
her laughing smile
captivated him.
The smartest girl in the school
he thought, as he sat silently
at the back of the class.
Too good for him.
The only girl who listens
to that crap classical music
that you like, they told him.
So he braved to venture a date,
but she turned him down
in favour of dorm pork chops
He was determined,
and Mozart entertained
Before she knew what had happened
she had a ring on her finger,
and a lifetime
of devotion promised.
Her laughing smile is
not quite as captivating,
she’s unlikely to be
the most intelligent
in the room,
time brings rationalization,
after all
she says he’s too good for her
with laughing eyes
that are still his.
She saw it in his eyes
and
tilted her head modestly
hiding her smile
while he tried desperately to
catch her attention.
.
She saw it in his eyes
and
extended her left hand
to accept the ring,
the sign of promise.
.
She saw it in his eyes
and
handed back the ring
letting him go
no regrets.
.
She saw it in his eyes
and
welcomed him beside her,
his fears conquered,
stood at the altar,
moved into the future.
.
She saw it in his eyes
and
held the babies close
while he gushed
about the woman he admired
.
She saw it in his eyes
and
let him grieve the loss
as they left behind
wishful thinking
.
She saw it in his eyes
and
embraced their passion
commitment
longevity.
.
She saw it in his eyes
and
each time he was broken
she brought out the glue
to piece him back together
held him tightly
.
She saw it in his eyes
and
let him be,
let all enfold,
and
it was
fine.
When your wife
thinks you should apologize
you should.
If she says you’ve hurt her
don’t doubt her
Come with flowers
(even dandelions)
Embrace her
Just admit
you didn’t realize
that your actions
would be received so badly
Just apologize
and mean it
and everything
will be fine.
Next time,
when your wife hurts you,
you can tell her,
and she’ll apologize
to you.
I saw the sun
dazzling across the water
glinting off your smile
frying through my brain
a laser lighting love.
I saw the cloud
covering across the moon
shadowing the light
wearing darkness like futility
frustration burning.
I see the sun
laughing at the cloud
shimmering through mist
overcoming all
Seeing is believing.
Remember
city lights
blinking in the lake
your arms wrapped,
us enraptured.
You and I
embracing the mystery
of intimacy,
creating a history,
trusting the future,
facing dreams, and
dreaming of reality
enfolding before us:
Laughter, longing,
lasting love
.
.
.
The anniversary of our engagement is approaching, so here’s a poem in honour of the guy who’s had my back for 60% of my life. Look at how cute we were on that romantic evening! 😉 (Trust me that there are city lights reflected in the lake behind us. I had a pretty crappy camera!)
.
The togetherness
stretched between
man-cave and girl-zone,
in dutiful words
and sharing kisses on the stairs.
The silences
listen for the echoes
of footfalls
and wonder
what togetherness
means.
He spotted her across the room
and through his eyes flitted a spark
of wanting deep and dark
She would be his.
A casual wave of friendly hand
an introduction
her eyes glistened with laughter
that dug through skin, muscle, bone
and buried itself in throbbing organs
where it grew
a warm spot.
She would be his.
He greeted her with smiles
and invitations
ready to oblige her every need
grew desperate at her
encompassing joy
that welcomed all
He glared in despair at others,
and wanted her all the more.
Long walks, mittened hands held tightly
on snowy walks.
He glued her to himself
with his tears and kisses
and they walked into
the mysterious future,
where she was
his.
Night breathes
its peace in
shimmering air
dusted with winter.
.
Night breathes
its silence in
rustling wishes
between sheets.
.
Night breathes
an invitation in
a lingering look
over the shoulder.
.
Night breathes
a promise in
peace,
silence,
invitation.
Shawn L. Bird 