thru five years
we've danced daringly with many
diverse partners
crept thru bedroom windows of
a few starched spirits
and spilled a few
tears of our own
after five years
kids become searching adults,
your face remains soft and warm
and my hands remain calloused but curious
(a learning, yearning, burning process
breathing Spring,
simmering Summer
fearless Fall)
in five years
it appears:
some dreams last longer than others
and life's road turns faster with eyes open
as it rolls on revealing (with a
wink) that some cycles and hearts
remain synchronized, and that dance steps
echo softly and that i love you still.
douglas brent smith
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