for the joy of it
you fall asleep in my
arms.
for the joy of it
i awake in
yours.
this is holy
sleeping.
you are beautiful
& as your beauty
changes, my eyes breathe
deeply.
when we walk, our hands
enfold & when we
talk our minds find
ways to
touch.
there are no
misunderstandings be
tween us. i am love’s
disciple & i believe in
you.
i delight in your doings & in your
not-doings. sharing your smile
with children, your foot
prints with the sand, your
intelligence with your
work.
i crave the sound &
smell of your
soul, the
speech of your
skin, the way your
hair enjoys itself on the
pillow, in the
sunlight, in the
rain.
angelic though you
are, my body is glad
you have a
body. it is never
done exploring & mem
orizing every precious
pore.
it is glorious when human
bodies kiss. they call this
making love, but it is
laughing among the
stars, being earthly, tasting
forever.
we found each other as
the maple leaf finds the
maple tree ...
through the
roots. our hugs are purest
gold.
my heart has be
come your heart &
hearts need no
words for how they
beat.
so when death comes,
it can take
nothing, for love is
a blessing, a miracle,
a story without
end.