Place of Refuge

Place of Refuge

10 January 2013

Love Poem For Today

(from: senior hiker )


My grandmother always said
the honeymoon's over
when you fart in bed,

and then the test of true love starts,
a love that sometimes ignores the heart
and demands a patience greater than
that of the wisest fisherman.

Well,
 you and I are growing old
and seek a fairy tale more real
where companionship is the moral
and star-struck ever-afters, vile,
and bed a place to sleep,
to caress,
to talk and cry
and
to die.

I'll lie by your side,
my gentle prince
and forgive fragrant emissions.
They mark a life
well lived, and full
of wisdom and
forgiveness.
Of pain and disappointment too,
and respect for every hour,
and the worship
of the sacred
in a budding flower.

This love I welcome:
well worn,
flawed,
but always new,

and pray I give the same
to you.

(photo by me)

2 comments:

Debra She Who Seeks said...

I have heard rumours that I fart in bed too while I'm asleep. TMI?

laura.forestdreams:) said...

haha...what debra said...
WHO?? MOI?? fart in sleep?!! talk maybe, but not fart! ha!!

"forgive fragrant emissions"...you really made me smile...this is a lovely poem...well worn love, comfort.