SURPRISE BABY!

To the man in my life,



Look at the old and in love,
how their lives intertwine
with the grace of fretworked iron.
They live like some great flag unfurled,
they have become a covering for each other.
Is this what I imagine for us
when our energy is consumed?
This saintly passing of the hours,
this interlocking of mind instead of skin,
or is there also some dark undercurrent
that borders near death,
where days slip away until lovers
become companions to look upon,
to rock into silence with?

Today it is enough to have woken beside you,
but how many more days will we have
where the morning is amazing
just because you are here.
And time spent asleep is wasted, wasted.