To My Beloved

and the choice I make in you

for the sake of giving

you something

of the written me

not to let another year

go by without a word,

or many words

(whatever it takes)

tell you what you

already know

Something other than

the three words I do

intermittently utter

rather, something of the Substance

such the marrow

of a bone, its Wealth

of nutrients

fear of not expressing

the depth I feel

makes me stumble

as it is in good faith

I bring you this Me of mine

choose you every morning

as my traveling partner

in and out of fog

and broad daylight

through the thin Stench

of my mind’s gaseous compost

and the thick Scent of my heart’s

lemon blossoms, such a veil

enveloping us as the heat

of day does break by water

clapping at our presence

Through the torture and rewards

of my Spirit’s Wanderings

a lost ghost,

at best a heartfelt warrior

For this and all

that is more

I hold your hand

move forward

through the wake and sleep

of our  journey together.

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25 years