What does it mean to love someone so long
That you experience their gaze in every shade?
Knowing the subtleties of each eye-movement
You could dance to them
Moving closer together, then further away
In a shimmy step, shimmy sway
Understanding the complexities of each sigh
You could write music to them
You mimic their musicality
And live their reality
Sometimes even in hiding, behind the sofa
What does it mean to experience their gaze in every shade?
You live in their shade and are happy in it
You shade them in turn
And you are their sun, when called upon
Even un-summoned
Rising always in the East, setting always in the West
Dependable and dependent
Indispensable yet independent
To illuminate their worst and their best
What does it mean to know their underbelly and their overarm
Intimately?
To drown in their charm
Immediately?
Even whilst rolling your eyes at it
What does it take to know their myriad ways?
To observe them in every phase?
The moon waxes and wanes
You are locked in a tidal embrace
How does it feel to fill your days with their face?
With their voice
Their rhythms, like your own heartbeat
Measure out the time which exists between you
Your own dimension
A vortex, where all is change
Yet nothing changes
Day by day, week by week, year by year
Still here
What does it take to fill a house with love?
Fill it until the windows break
And you say, “Who needs windows?
Let the rain in, because we have love
Let the sun in, because we have love
Let the clouds in and let the doubt in, because we have love
Let the others in, let them all in, let everyone in, because this house is full of love.”