no candle

in the darkness
of a warm July night,
I know just where to
go;
I know where you are,
falling asleep,
mi ciela:
I feel your breath,
soft and slow,
and I know;
I know that now,
this moment,
este momento,
this is the one,
where I once again
prove that my love to you
is undying, unyielding,
stronger than gravity itself;
I reach for your fullness,
and I spoon you,
tenderly, even though
my passion finds its
promise, its hard truth:
and I realize all at once
that no woman before
and none now,
nor any hence,
could hold a candle
to you.



July 14, 2009, for the Wifey.

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