I Have Loved You Long, And Often
We have rutted our way through the years
rising languidly as balloons up, up
all the way to the serene lake
of the moon to swim like unhurried
fish in its quicksilver half light.
We have clawed at each other
as if we were stubborn doors
that must be pried open to let
us in to roomfuls of molten pleasure
where all troubles would drown.
We have made love and lust
in a zooful of positions. Have
climbed in and out of each other
nimble as monkeys. Have ridden
through sunlight and storms
where thunder shook the bed
till it broke. Sometimes fierce,
sometimes tentative or tender,
we still study each other's bodies,
novels we don't want to end.