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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