(Don't) Tell Me
Don't tell me you loved me at first sight
Don’t
tell me you loved me at first sight,
souls connecting from across the room,
spiritual magnets pulling us together until
you finally said that nervous, "Hi"
with a wobbly smile right before
spilling whiskey on my shirt.
.
Don’t
tell me how my eyes
glimmered like starlight,
laughter more melodic than the most
beautiful of windchimes,
Or how my hair was the wool
that they spun gold from,
fit for a king.
.
Don’t
tell me what I already know.
.
Tell me you loved me the moment
we went on our eleventh date,
a chaotic picnic under pear trees,
lunch abandoned to pesky ants and bees,
laughter rising and singing
then nestling in the tops of trees
where the sound then proceeded
to peer down below,
a sailor in crow’s nest
keeping watch for happiness ahead,
secure.
.
Tell me that you loved me the moment
we had our first fight, and I
cried out of frustration in your arms
before your gentle lips met my tears
and tasted my sadness
then decided that you never wanted to again,
and that was the first time we learned compromise,
learned that fragile hearts needed understanding
more than we needed to be right.
An unbreakable team was born that day,
and we haven't lost since.
.
Whisper into my skin the first time
you fell in love with my body,
traced my stretch marks with your lips,
caressed their mountains with your tongue
just to double check that the cartographer
did their job well before you then
leaned up to explore the topography of my mouth.
Like planets coming together,
terrain fitting like puzzle pieces,
we were and are beyond time,
ordained by the cosmos.
.
Cry that you loved me the moment
my hips cracked and from out of me poured new life,
our daughter spilling into this world
with battle cry ready,
and we both smiled so hard
I thought our faces
would remain stuck that way for the rest of our lives,
tears fresh rivers down our cheeks,
eternally joyful even in the midst
of challenge.
.
Tell me you love me
Not because of a random mystical pull of
soulmate bond from across the room
the first time we met,
But tell me you love me
because of every first look at me in all the
moments that came after,
heart falling harder and harder
into sweet oblivion.
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