Sunday, February 4, 2018

The Greatest Day

The Greatest Day




Every seventh day or so,
A honeymoon again:
A new sun rising
On a new day to love you.

This morning, the first voice I heard was yours,
The first flesh I touched was yours—
     Hand in hand—
The first cheek I kissed was yours:

Cats purring by our feet,
Dawn’s light in-streaming,
Cool breezing: for another minute
Together under covers.

Another seventh day with you,
At the alter of you:
A new sun shining
On another day to love you.

Today, the best voice I heard was yours
The best hugs I had were yours—
     Hand in hand—
The best cheek I kissed was yours:

Cats chasing lizards,
Sunlight carving shadows,
Humid chaps wrapped round,
Bickers and banters.

Alas these days end with us
At the threshold again:
Full sun to moonlight,
Full love absorbed in you.

Tonight, the last voice I heard was yours,
The last flesh I touched was yours—
     Hand in hand—
The last cheek I kissed was yours.

This day was the greatest day,
In your orbit again, twenty-four
Perfected hours with you:
                   Honeymooned again. 


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