Winnowing
For Allison, my heart
Maybe it's all so simple after all. A heart hungering,
a giving up, our yearnings enfolded in a world of mercies unseen.
Rainswept we once dashed beneath the maple canopy, lips kissed--
your breath later pulsing against my neck in the dark. One flesh, so long ago
alone, then together, twinned but one--one heart always, now rich with years.
Loving you is so joyous, deep, a true thrill at heart--a mystery no
language can ever ever capture--always faltering with each scrawled runic framing:
I only live to love you true by giving up, repeating the pledge
so long ago banding us: I will love you with an everlasting love.
(Once my darling it circumscribed our joyous nuptial whirl amid jeweler jaunts.
Now uncomplicated as emptying, it encircles the one brimming passion of our hearts.)
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