Last Saturday, my Piano Man and I went on another first date. Every year, we recreate our first face to face encounter. Our actual first date was in June, but I was too sick last June and we had to put it on hold for a bit. We are so glad we did… The weather was perfect, the pizza was NY-yummy, the ice cream was delicious, and my flesh and bones felt well enough to delight in our long walk through Silver Lake.
“The Beats under My Ribs”
The morning stretches awake to the song of gut and bone echoing of recent pain. My brain wonders if the rest of my flesh is ready for buses and trains riding my spine. I see him smile for me, feel his lips feed me a kiss, and the beats under my ribs say I can do anything.
in sunlight, two hearts
sail the summer-kissed waters
of New York, in love
After the ferry took us from Manhattan to Staten Island, we ate and walked to the city park… where we shared our first grope (did I type that aloud?) and where my Piano Man proposed a few years after said grope (I guess I did type it aloud). We visited a bunny that has been living in a tree-house (tree-basket?) for at least five years. Last year, she found a foxy mate. They make such a lovely couple, don’t they?
“Around My Finger-Bone”
His eyes eat a book… His fingers knead relief into the small of my back. The chant of cars on rails lulls me home… I watch silver and dark around my finger-bone ringing a promise made of all my love… From the sky, debris falls like a star. And I wish for nothing.
a black stone with spark
handfasted my witchy heart
to he, who is mine
a wee note…
– Linked to the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads (Tuesday Platform)