(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)
