Four Greek Elements, Five years
Past the itch, proverbed precipice,
Where goodwill gave way to good nature.
Beyond the stones of fine and well:
Deep, Artesian, and icy.
No turning back, passion flickers,
Moments warmed by daily flames, candles:
Seasonally scented, three-wicked:
Aromas of unity.
Building higher walls around us,
Crumbling brick barriers between us,
Making a home for big breathing.
High-ceilings, granite, cross-breezed.
Lounging in the comfort of you,
And you in mine, together reclined.
Spring planting, soil-tilled, tending blooms,
Culling weeds, bagging foliage.
Sweat, tears, tea, bourbon, gin, soda.
Pumpkin Spice, Leather, Spring Streams, Beach Breeze.
Kitchen, beds, yards, catwalks, spare space.
Loveseats, stools, couches, flowerbeds.
Ours altogether, all at once,
Sated, warmed, buoyed, grounded, rich-lived.
By moments, elementally:
Each day loving you still more.