Sixty One

One word for each day

of our sixty-one

together. Why not?

 

We’ve soared, and we’ve

crawled, we’ve visited a graveyard,

we’ve eaten well,

we’ve sung, we’ve danced.

All in the name of our romance.

 

I thrill when you carry me.

 

I’ll travel, over prairie, desert, fire–

ocean and sky,

to see your gleaming grey-blue eyes.

 

My love for you?

Portable.

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