There are some 
a few maybe 
those who can 
and they will 
lean in closer 
and quietly whisper 
like late summer 
winds catch beginning 
to turn leaves 
it is time 
and these whispers 
just like whiskers 
make me giggle 
they tickle me 
in my soul 
and make write
these little words 
few they are 

Even when 
we don’t 
we do 
we have 
and will 
and not 
time that
ticks nor
miles that 
go will
change that 
for love 
knows neither 

The love 
I feel 
for both 
of you 
runs deep 
as deeply 
as the 
deepest river 
and often 
I swim 
nakedly unashamedly 
in you 
for you 
two are
to me 
my water
my essence 
my love 
my life
force personified 

Let me paint 
sky with words
gray gloom hovers
above the mountains 
like lonely men 
at bar time 
searching for anyone 
to quiet longing 
while higher above 
plump pink clouds 
move slowly across 
the dance floor 
their chiffon dresses
trailing closely behind 
as low east
sun bathes buildings 
taller than prairie 
making them glow 
like dying embers 
from a once 
growling raging fireplace 

I never 
had children 
never had 
the chance 
I don’t 
garden either 
never had 
the thumb
and now 
upon reflection 
these are 
probably why 
I enjoy 
my relationship 
with you 
because I 
finally have 
the opportunity 
to watch 
something bloom