Would you try to stop the rush of the Amazon, contain the universe in a tea cup, climb Mt. Everest in a single step? Would you try to reign in gravity, bridle joy, stop the galloping of the waves to the shore? Sacred things in life cannot be stunted, refuse to be stifled.

And here you are with arms wide open and hands outstretched to meet me in this otherworldly plane. And here you are knocking on the door to swoop up my heart and carry me home.

I am wrapping my soul for you in silk. I am sinking into your warm smile. I am spellbound and so sane.

No yellow caution light blinking on the highway, I kick myself into fifth gear and glide there, the cruise control of this love traveling me over the worn roads as if there was never any path but this here leading me to your doorstep, where I finally sit, survey the scenery and find I am home.

Through grateful tears, I look up, see your laughter ripple through a crowded room, hear your skin brush up gently, insistently against me. I feel the airy weight of your sun shining on me - the surfacing of freckles on unburned flesh. So now, let me continue the tabletop declarations of last night's kiss and say...

I have in my back pocket a photograph of us in thirteen years, a child's crayons have rubbed through my script and colored us into the family we've become...You are feeding me plums, but I am drinking your nectar with beaming eyes and the hunger I still have for you after all these heart-felt years. And there, tucked next to my hips you've traversed again and over, the love letter we wrote to the universe that weekend at Big Sur, spirit-charged, tongue-tied and found.

City stretches over grassy lands where grapevines start to surface. I reach through miles and time to kiss your neck, whisper this:

I love you.

I'm sure.

You still me.

Just yesterday, all of us spread out, artisan cheese over crostini dripped with our heart's honey.

Just today, the first of our mornings after, our first surreal sip of caffienated bliss.

Lover, listen, life has begun our serenade. The best mix tape you ever made sent through a universe conspiring to project our song, like fireworks, onto the night sky.

We are sleepy and undressed of our disguises. On the mountaintop, the echo I hear is your name.

How is it you so deftly barge into me with a tenderness that makes my heart expand, crashing through window panes and unlocking doors? You have the power to unfold me. Unearthed, my roots are eager for your waterfall.

You have so swiftly subsided any fearing, searching part of me that existed outside of our enshrined embrace.

Thank you

For feeding me

For honeysuckle love seeping into me

For disarming me

For walking me by my past, high-heeled from the night before and leading me to a looking glass into our future.

Together, we are two strong and one heart more than we held before. Together, we climb to the top of life's peak and jump, unasking, into our moment.

We are flying while we fall and our wings are so strong.

No one has touched the parts of me you have already navigated - a seasoned traveler, ripe for the trip. No where I have ever been was free from your heart's hold.

I promise to always meet your gaze.

I promise to spread tonic over your shell-shocked soul. I promise to sing with you in the shower of love and gratitude in which we bathe.I promise to stay strong, ring true, forge forever into every waking moment.

I would not try to stop the rush of the Amazon, contain the universe in a tea cup, climb Mt. Everest in a single step. I would not try to reign in gravity, bridle joy, stop the galloping of waves to the shore.

I will not resist you.

2004-08-05