Days With My Lover

Days with my lover are prospecting -

Hard and glorious labor looking for precious things.

My lover has no end, his depths call to me.

And I dig my fingers deep, seeking

With each morning, new paragons of

Riches untold, streams running cold,

Bubbling up to taste me.

My lover’s horizons

Sink back within him.

Distances I could never reach -

If I walked until I forgot my feet -

Still he would be

Endless expanses surrounding me.

Earth - in his eyes,

Ivory - his hands,

Mountains - his spine, and

Oceans reside in his lips, his neck -

An oak I can lean against,

Listening to his voice,

The rain, drumming down

Familiar, washing over the morning’s quiet sounds.

My lover’s arms are a nest:

“Fold your wings, lay here to rest”

Hidden from the rude gaze

Of creatures, of men, of anything strange,

And he is the breath before the voice, the song.

He is the premeditated silence before the music’s begun.

My lover is as patient as the ruby within

Clock faces ticking on,

Unhurried, and endless.

My lover makes me richer than all the kings of the world with just

One. Single. Kiss.

Days with my lover

Make both of us

Infinite.

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