Proverbs 5: 18-19
We survived somehow
our early days
when you suppressed
your lush esthetic
and I kept passion
like a bobcat
in a narrow cage.
There were premonitions
of what might come
the days we were engaged—
the reclining nude in the print
you kept above your bed
that long drive to Paula's—
you so close beside me
in your mint-green leotard—
the lure of your neck
and plunge of your breasts,
the time we nearly broke
our vow to wait.
From our rocky start
and countless storms
we find ourselves
delivered now
to this fulfilling shore—
foamy fingers of grace
swirling at our feet
and all that greets us
hectic with possibilities.
Love life is like a long voyage..... The start will be so dreamy like gliding over the smooth currents, later it becomes stormy and turbulent... but slowly the storm subsides and calm is restored....! To have been together for long years rowing to one single direction itself is commendable...! Beautiful poem! A 10
manonton, responding to another comment on this poem, i just saw this one of yours. did i ever respond? if not, i apologize. thanks for reading and commenting. to your question, now it's forty-one years going on forty-two. -glen
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I absolutely love this poem! The first stanza of suppression building to the foamy fingers of grace swirling at our feet. My favorite part is that the best is not in the past but in the possibilities!
Thank you, Suzanne! Glad you like it. With you I look to what still might be. -Glen