He swept me away, held me in his arms, and we were us instead of me or him. He is a mighty river, a drenching of life. We shared one breath. We choose each other. Anything he wants, it is his because he is always serving me, always first to check on my needs, always protecting me. He waits on me hand and foot. I am at his disposal. What can I say, what can I bring, what can I sing, how can I show him my happiness, show him that himself and what we have is always- enough.
Years pass, in every look we know more, we are more seamless. What was it back then, when we knew each other, but never looked until we were unready, and love was unexpected? You saw me. You looked and I was standing there- starring. What do we see now. We see more, we look harder, every particle under the microscope. You see more of me than me, and I see more of you. We are washing over the other all the time, poured out like a drink consumed. We do the work. We work together constantly, that is the journey and takes the irrefutable commitment to show each other love.
He’s the most generous soul, graceful and giving, unapologetic, resourceful, wise and with insight, practices love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, gentleness, self control. He’s consistent, faithful. He delights in goodness, and is long suffering. He chooses his identity and cause deliberately and daily. It is conscious on his face, under those heavy, winter brows, black as shadow and shapely domes over mischievous gazes, as always on the prowl for a situation to disrupt. His forever and equally pronounced algae-hazel iris’s gleam with questions, humor, and wit under black lashes constantly opening and closing like a grand curtain. He’s a showboat.
How can I say that I have anything, but the perfect man. I celebrate him. I rejoice over him. I rejoice over others that him, others that love one another, that fight to keep their love protected, fighting to learn more, and even- change. Everyone deserves to be loved, and it is us that choose to love.
He has a youthful grasp on fear, and all the denial of etiquette. How could you not be adored. To know him, is to love him. You help me make lists, you walk me through my own reasoning, you decipher my moods before I do, and then compliment them when you talk, eye gaze, and feel. You are there in your head, and here with me always. I absorb you and believe you over myself. I trust you. You have given that to me. You take me to heart. You give to me always, like the river.
Moments are always new lenses though flow by fast, and in what we do, it is your motion and mine carving through the same land, going through the same things. We are all a river of monetary choices, poured out in all of it’s sacrifices- choosing love, this is what really matters, bringing love to one another.