just You

mosquitos and spiders sleeping,
and the sound of my heart leaping,
when I see on my phone
that the call is from You,
You who among all, are alone
enough to sustain me
with or without
a loaf of bread or a jug of wine;
promise me, mi amor,
to forever, siempre,
be mine, as I am thine.

June 29, 2010, for the Wifey.

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