DISCOURSES OF INAMORATAS

Speaking without boundaries, whispers lacking edges, one love speaks to the other . . .

“On the day of our vows, these are the unfettered thoughts. Spilled here are the contents of my heart:

I hope today that you feel free.

I hope that when you are tempest-tossed or encircled by frenzy, you remember to simply recline.

My arms will already be around you; my hands will stir an unshakeable peace across the strings of your heart.

In any linear thought or imagination of time, in the happiness of bursting laughter, or in the futility of being surrounded by morose sentiment, realize that I love you with all of my being.

When across the moments you see my face today, in that place suspended between us, know that your very presence has made a unique and loving mark on my life, and that I will never truly find words to express how much you have meant, and continue to mean, to me.

When I think of you, my eyes soften, and the thought makes me smile and feel a safe, warm happiness.

And in those moments, I can move mountains . . . no dream is impossible or out of reach . . . simple thoughts of your lovely being make me feel just that invincible.

I hope that in turns of moments that happen everyday, but most especially in those today, if someone makes you smile, you smile from the inside out.

Can you see how very much I love you?

I hope you know that I will always love you,

I hope you know that my soul is inextricably tied with yours, and even the kiss of another life's beginning cannot break me away.

I hope you know that I want to grow old with you. I want my hands to caress your face when they are old and withered. Even after years, I will still think on you as my strength. In the winter-time of our lives you will be as resplendent and alluring . . . just as simply beautiful as you have ever been to me. No matter how old you are, no matter for myself, I will always feel the most safe, the most loved and content, when I am beside you.

I hope you know how I could have never made life so sweet without you, Dear Heart.

I hope you know how the Gods in their Heavens have no greater ecstasy in their hearts when they ponder the essence of thankfulness, as I do when I thank them for finding you again.

Like the earth when the soft rains fall upon her, I love to feel your presence.

Your hands contain the sunlight, and it bursts across my heart in the slightness of your touch. In those mundane moments, when I gaze at you and you’re unaware of my presence, your sweetness makes me smile out loud.

When we leave this place, journeying back to our customary lives, my fondest wish is that you will never feel that your steps have been so quiet on the Earth, that your spirit has gone unseen.

I see you.

And I love what I see.”

For Skitch & Baby-Girl.

You are both, Spartacus

23 June 2007