I believe I wrote him way too many love poems,
told him that he was beautiful, unearthly in strength
and stature, strong-minded, resilient, spirited. Told him
that our souls communicated through laughter,
a deep stare, a touch, a kiss. Told him that
the syncopation of our heartbeats matched in sound,
rhythm, fluidity, pace. It was as though we made love in silence,
not touching, eyes closed, lips shut.
I told him that my love for him was undying,
forever growing, unbending, a pulse rising.
I told him to stay with me, to love me, breathe in
the scent of the Earth with me, to open his eyes
to the misty sunrise with me, say good night to the stars with me,
to sink his feet into the sand with me, to enjoy this life with me,
he told me, that was never enough.