41
—to commemorate our 41st anniversary
and I don’t mean George H.W. Bush. I mean us. Two
fragmented Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts. Stimulated and
inspired by diverse elements. Cross-pollinated into one queer
variety.
I want to bleed poetry for you
shout alleluia until my lungs explode
sweat psalms of thanksgiving and praise.
Youth like an out of focus photograph. Glazed over by time.
Raising our heads toward heaven in veneration. Sentient
shadows seeking the mind asylum. Souls colliding on
moonbeams.
Beauty out of chaos
creating our own divine presence
pieces of our selves forever in the other’s heart.
Motionless in the Amish bed and breakfast. Kissing deeply and
honestly. Eleven on the McDonald’s pickle scale. Claiming our
transformative love. A revolutionary act.
You said you loved me very much. Space stilled. Time stopped.
Lightning in a snowstorm. Radiant light miracle.
For the first time
after all these years
I finally believed it.
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