|The Ways You Walk Beside Me
Friend, partner, lover, companion, spouse
These are the ways we walk together.
Foot steps behind us dissipating
in the laughter of our growing old together,
capable of having too much fun
as my friend
in the garden we long since planted
with the soil of our spirit and desire,
you enrich my union with the earth,
your water nourishes the very root of my being me.
you look upon me without judgment
and when momentarily I lose sight of who I am,
I turn to my friend
and your light is always in the window,
the way to your heart always open
it is you I come to when I want to be alone
and need to be held
Palm-to-palm fingers entwined in wonder of the world around us,
venturing in unknown surprise in a no fault relationship
trusting we are there for each other.
we talk to one another and I am in awe of your wisdom.
we share our space, I am saturated with your nearness.
side by side in cadence, indivisible in the light
leaving one set of footprints in the silt and sands of our memories.
I will be forever courting you in delight
unblushingly undressed before the mistress of my passions,
you lovingly invite my touch,
my humbled hands conduct a symphony of fire.
you welcome the heat of my desire,
my body enters sacred ground and finds fulfillment in your fantasies.
my love lies down to sleep
the companion of my dreams,
your soft hands beside my head holding the night together.
I close my eyes knowing when I wake
you will be there beside me
waiting as the dawn waits for daylight.
you say my name, good morning
and I am at peace with myself
as my spouse
there is no bond between us. No neediness or wantfullness,
only loving the warm comfort in a winter’s darkness
of our flesh folding over one another.
a husband needing to come home to only you
to catch the moonlight
as it lays shadows across your body,
wanting always to breathe you in.
By John Howard Dodds