And we postured
Sometimes bucking trying
To throw the
Other off still
Believing that we
Are stallions majestic
And free of
Cages yet who
Is the horse
And who is
The rider so
Strain we do
Against the labels
Of our affair
Until our understanding
That neither is
The one to
Break or be
Broken but both
Together cause the
Joy of synergy
Finally when all
The other presents
Have been opened
A small package
Is found tucked
Behind the lowest
Bough not the
Prettiest or the
Biggest not the
One that screams
Here I am
But the one
Like a seashell
Contains the sounds
Of the ocean
Unwrap me you
Did and upon
Peeking inside you
Found my heart
Beating there slowly
For it is
The last present
There to open
These words trip
And fall cascading
Down my fingers
Like a Rocky
Mountain stream into
The pool that
You are where
They swim on
Your eyes as
Languidly as teenagers
Skinny dipping in
Moon lit ponds
Swim with me
Here splash about
Giddy with joy
Dunk your head
Under and rise
Refreshed for you
Now are my
Words my inspiration
You’ve become something
That people will
Know you’ve been
Added to these
Words and the
World will wonder
Who
Let them for
All that is
Needed is that
I know that
The who that
I mention is
You
And so it
Began like setting
Tinder to start
Then fanning catching
Logs to blaze
These conversations dancing
Like a ballroom
Competition spinning and
Ducking and moving
Moved from topic
To topic as
Easily as ice-cream
Melts on a
Warm August day
Leaving us to
Leap like leaves
That jump into
October winds and
Land one atop
One another we
Talked creating a
Harmony like the
Cicadas in summer
These were the
Seasons between us
