and then some

when that certain longing
doesn't fade with the sunset every day;
when hours apart last forever,
and you need each other in every way;
well, then it might be
what you hoped it would be:
a union of souls afire,
wrapped together forever,
or at least as far as you can see;
good enough to count on,
dependable and ready whenever,
maybe even indefinitely:
the sounds of quiet combination,
two hearts beating as one;
the deep, steady certainty
of your breathing beside me:
all I could wish for, and then some.



March 15, 2009.

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