A poem for my lovely Elizabeth Leigh
How many days has it been?
I guess it could be counted.
Reckoned by multiplication of years and weeks.
Levied from the number of nights the moon has shone down
And passed out, full and content
Since the first night, so many moons ago.
It seems a hundred years, if not a day
Each a blessing that my eyes still open
Because of you. Because of what we’ve made
Because every morning these eyes open to see you
or, at least,
the imprint of you
Fresh on rumpled sheets
How many days and nights have we been here?
How many nights have I fallen asleep with your breath on my face
on my neck
Hushing me to sleep with the comfort of your soul
Daring me to neglect that soft, sweet and so delectable flesh
in favor of the promise of dreams of the same
and a half hours extra sleep to face the day.
How many nights have you held me
in your arms
or in your mind
remembering the thrill of first love, first embraces
first long brushes of trembling lips.
So long ago
And yet the only things still fresh in my mind
Tell me how long it’s been
Or forget the question
Or answer with that smile that still lights my heart and my fires
It doesn’t matter that it’s the 12th day
or the 12th year
or the 12th Valentine I’ve given you
Today is still the first
Just like every day has been the first
The first day I’ve fallen in love
Since the first day
One thought on “12th Day”
Through the sheer force of love this poem kicks the ever-lovin’ shite out of Hallmark’s bloated carcass.
Well done, my friend.