It is 
always better 
when it
is good 
but love 
isn’t built 
on good 
love is
built only 
upon bad 
at some 
sufferings end 
love then 
when soil 
is richest
and the 
compost of
the past
has been 
tilled plant
loves seeds
deeply then 

Bad as
it was
remember this 
bad is
what happens 
when we
get used 
to good 
it’s a 
reference point 
it reminds 
us that 
tomorrow too
will come 
and with
it better 
for bad
like most 
things worse
doesn’t stick
around long 

It was
friends first 
and monkey 
business followed
along by
intimate affection 
and desire 
but as
the tide
of same
went back 
to sea
we were 
but two 
children being 
besties and 
playing games 
in sand

At first 
I thought 
a magnet
but now 
I think 
a mirror 
not exact
in image 
but eyes 
oh yes 
for only 
those who 
have looked 
upon the 
heavens wishing 
can see
the stars 
there in
another’s eyes 

Even though 
we know 
we continue 
to discover 
little nooks 
and crannies 
of each 
other maybe 
simply overlooked 
or forgotten 
these little 
tidbits crumbs 
and morsels 
whet our 
appetite for 
the sweet 
sometimes spicy 
often sassy
meal we
create together 
and savor 
with every 
single bite