The last I recall, Hallelujah was on the turntable
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and you turned to me at the exact
precise moment and we fell into each other,
unable to quit, nor wanting. Tired of such judgments
– love, they exist mostly in our minds.
Perhaps the odd look here and there; the stare,
yet tonight when you kissed me at the restaurant
no one was the wiser for it.
Instead they shot saccharine smiles to our table, thinking
how in love, us two of us reminding each of some long ago time.
These days, life wears on you. I see the joy
seeping out. Try hard to patch the hole. Offer up prayers
and kisses. Mostly I listen, wish a quick spell could make
the whole home front better, somehow easier.
I won’t lie. Life has dealt you the poorer hand. You manage
it with grace. With sainted smile, a nurse attendant.
You are free here. No need to resolve or solve.
Only demand is that you love and be loved.
The pigeon doves regard us. They line the outside sill,
watch our every move. They see a man and a woman
so in love, as we toss, as we turn, as you put your mouth
over mine as if breathing into me life; I take it full in.
These are things you need.
This is what I have,
This is what I offer up.
These are the two so in love.