the forever girl

I remain stunned
by the way you have
sometimes noisily,
sometimes quietly,
sat in the dense shadows
and intentionally, or not,
carved out a hollow,
and nestled in my heart:
beautiful, luminous,
and though the whispers
of daylight dreams
had always sung of your legend,
my rational mind
had unreasonably determined
that the myth of your kiss
was just a story that old men tell
when they have run out of whisky;
but here you are,
and I am no longer dreaming.



September 13, 2009, for the Wifey.

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