Dear My Love

Dear X,

You seem half an inch taller than me. I have to look up slightly to reach into your green eyes and feel my thoughts resting there from where they were left. How unnatural the feeling of being under your control. Put your hands around my neck and push hard, hold back the breath that makes me human. Let me rise up into you, your fingertips digging into my white skin. I want more of you, your love fills my body and lifts my hands to your side. You are what makes me stronger. I push. You are what makes me feel.

I’ve spent yesterday with you, today to-course, and tomorrow should indefinitely play its pattern upon time coloring the future with our shape and giving us a footstep to follow. Should shape in part split atwain and veil another I would be happy anew.

And your sweet semblance to some other give.
So should that beauty which you hold in lease
Find no determination: then you were
Yourself again after yourself’s decease,
When your sweet issue your sweet form should bear.
Who lets so fair a house fall to decay,
Which husbandry in honour might uphold
Against the stormy gusts of winter’s day
And barren rage of death’s eternal cold?
O, none but unthrifts! Dear my love, you know
You had a father: let your son say so.

By part - our part, is only a piece of what will be. Might our love carry itself into the future unending.