2004-02-07 - 12:16 p.m.
The edited version I dropped in the mail this morning after Westley kindly read it and gave me some helpful feedback:
It’s been years since
I had to conceal with Cover Girl
the chafing of my chin
caused by the rubbing of your beard
from kissing you for hours.
Years since the valentine
Consider the possibilities
accompanied by candles and rose petals
And years since that Fall
when we gazed less at each other
and instead flung insults and harsh wounding words
amid crayons of children
and frustration of adults,
when dinner was burned and milk was spilled
and the fantasy failed to unfold.
It’s been years since we traveled phases of grief
from not so original sin
and years since we’ve learned the capacity for growth
and forgiveness that followed.
Also years since you would acknowledge Valentine’s day
as it had been marred by disillusionment,
the annual reminder
of unwillingness to forgive and forget all
Because Some love is conditional
Yet just last week
you came home from the store
and I saw the chocolate lollipop
that you hid
with pink icing declaring “I love you”
And you opened a bag of tiny hearts
read yours that
said “Kiss me”
as you enfolded me in your embrace
with a kiss
like those that used to cause chafing.