7/13/10

ever on

soon will come the night,
where mosquitos implore me,
and spiders mostly ignore me;
the night, so blessed,
that the wax on my back
holds my wings steady,
as I sit here dreaming
of Your timeless beauty,
married to my eternal duty,
to love You like no other,
out in the open, all at once,
no cover, no blindness,
only the juices of
lovingkindness,
bathing the aches
of certain illness,
what we carry, what
makes us plead to tarry
in this life just a bit more;
pipe dreams galore, and
so much more in store
for those of us who
keep marching up that hill,
well or ill,
hungry or filled,
ever on, mi amor,
ever on.



June 28, 2010, for the Wifey.

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