In joy my birthday came and went, followed closely by my lady wife’s. For this year I feel I got the gift of my own heart. Finally came to see what trusting myself looks like, or rather feels like. I let love guide me up the sacred mountain, on or off the path as it seemed meet.
Often alone, this year opened up to her, as the sun rose over the ocean and our toes in the cold sand. Shared with her, a gift of time, reciprocal. Entwined, we dined, four days, with our three families or each other. And, almost home, to our right
rose the moon.
Across our bodies
Like cherry blossom petals
her light falls on us