My Pacific Affair

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You called.

I Came.

Fat in my love

For want of you

But lacking in

The real virtue,

 “Awe!”

I’ve wanted this moment

forever.

And you continue

in your movements

indifferently,

as if unaware

that your freedom

is at once my own.

I’d walked two miles plus

in my best pair of Nike’s

to obtain your essence,

and as the sand greets my toes,

all 100 gazillion of them,

I know I am home.

And just for the moment

that turns into hours

that you allow me

to caress the vibrations

you send to my ears,

I forget that I am living on

borrowed time

in a borrowed room

with suite mates

who want to love each other

but can’t quite get it right.

And just for a second

I remember the couple in khakis

who pointed my route to find you,

how light their shoulders were,

no arguments

emanating

just peace and love

and polite conversation.

I forget that this is

Year 50 and I

Am beginning anew

With nothing holding me

but the thought of you.

When I answered

Your call

I prayed to god

You were sincere

And would not

Abandon me

For the countless others

Who surely professed the same

Kind of affection, love.

I move closer to hear

Your reply,

Feel the icy cold waters

Under my feet

Signifying your tears

Of remembrance.

“Yes I know you”

You whispered

“I’ve known you way too long.

Glad to see you finally

made it home.”

I step back

It is too much,

Your love, this rush….

I move forward,

undaunted now, unafraid

and let you overtake me

as I swim inside of you

unaware of breathing

or breath

I go under

contemplate death

but instead

reemerge

as your lover

covered completely

in the slime of

fulfillment.

Tomorrow…

Same place

Same challenge

New life

New love

New world.

I love you.