Four Greek Elements, Five years

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.

Our Water.

No turning back, passion flickers,

Moments warmed by daily flames, candles:

Seasonally scented, three-wicked:

Aromas of unity.

Our Fire.

Building higher walls around us,

Crumbling brick barriers between us,

Making a home for big breathing.

High-ceilings, granite, cross-breezed.

Our Wind.

Lounging in the comfort of you,

And you in mine, together reclined.

Spring planting, soil-tilled, tending blooms,

Culling weeds, bagging foliage.

Our Earth.

Sweat, tears, tea, bourbon, gin, soda.

Pumpkin Spice, Leather, Spring Streams, Beach Breeze.

Kitchen, beds, yards, catwalks, spare space.

Loveseats, stools, couches, flowerbeds.

Our Hours.

Ours altogether, all at once,

Sated, warmed, buoyed, grounded, rich-lived.

By moments, elementally:

Each day loving you still more.

Our Love.