I never wrote a word about you before.
Your name was never found in my diaries. Neither, did you make it into my attempts at poetry.
Maybe it is because you are poetry: lasting beauty, thrilling, touching, sweet, stunning.
It’s always been a matter of fact you and I. Twelve years feel like nothing when we meet. Surprised it’s been this long, yet feels like yesterday. You are joy, love, intricately uncomplicated.
When you came to me, bright eyed and smiling lips with a hint of honey, you felt comfortable, normal, joyful. Never had I or have I met anyone like you nor been as happy than when I was with you.
You are amazingly dazzling, magnificent and graceful. (Should I add what a BOD and soft skin!) What a time we had! You made me feel beautiful, smart, awesome, so accepting of all of me. We came with baggage but together they were non-existent.
Thank you for reminding me how love could be: simple, easy, uncomplicated, beautiful. Our time together was beyond words and above sex. Riding on the trains to the West side of NYC, painting the streets of the east village, bright yellow, green and red. Rollerblading at fast speed through traffic, on bridges, across highways from Brooklyn to Jersey fully present in our ecstatic wild life. Trouble came, trouble went but always the best life with you and together we held onto each other through it all.
If lust is sin, your embrace was salvation.
With you, I never knew pain or disappointment, always so honest and happy. Mixed signals didn’t exist with us. Every time I think of you, there’s always joy and gratitude. I’m better for having had you!
So many tracks to our wild time and they keep coming! I love you to LIFE!