I may not be the best man
you have ever met
amidst the downpours
of your life's trials
because all I can offer is
to love you imperfectly.
I may not be your knight
in shining armor
come to slay the dragons
that trouble you
because all I can offer is
to love you imperfectly.
Your memories of me
maybe full of failings
but forgiveness is
a sweet potion to my soul
because all I can offer is
to love you imperfectly.
How about the eyes that found me, and lingered
within the radius of my stare, locking eye to eye,
unembarrassed by the moment?
Or, how about the smile that dented your cheeks,
breaking out like a new day, teeth white as the sun?
What of the hands that served coffee brewed
on my table, the aroma sweet like your scent,
floating in the air, your hair close to me?
Or that glaze in your skin, when my fingers slide
from your shoulder down to your fingers?
How about the warmth of your lips,
lingering, swirling, sniffing, sipping,
and I savoring them like fine wine?
Oh, your body so close to me,
I, selfishly consuming its heat!
(written for the occasion of our 37th wedding anniversary)
