Wednesday, August 5, 2009

The most potentially embarassing thing I have ever posted on the internet.

David arrived home late last night and it feels like the missing piece of our puzzle is in place.

Meeting David 13 years ago was like finally finding a long lost friend.

I remember in those first weeks of falling in love with him feeling almost outraged.

"Where have you been? I have been waiting all this time for you!"

And I had been.

Internet, I will be posting a poem. Not just any poem, but a mushy gushy love poem.

I wrote this poem after a few months of dating David. Can you call it dating when you instantly know that you have found your person? I don't know.

Try not to laugh, okay?

A Poem for D.
(To repay a spring of faithful irises)

The harlot morning coffee
sings to me,
beckoning warm
with soft siren
wisps of steam
curling to my nose.
My bagel sighs
feeling foolish,
so elegantly dressed
in the smooth white layers
of cream cheese,
which I ignore.
This nose,
pink taste buds,
(and fingertoes)
moss brown irises
too small ears,
swear complete
finding only you
at every turn.
In the cupboard,
behind the worn steel pots
each reflecting
your eyes
and yellowred beard.
The downy fuzz
of summers first peach
and the sweet hungry juice
at the corners of my mouth
are your kiss.
In the corner,
where the small
grey she-spider
whispered your name-
Even the blinking eyed cat
breathes your voice
in fluffs of soft orange purr.
I burst with youness.
There’s nothing that I can do.
I am sick with it.
You are so within me,
Cradled on my eyelashes,
glowing warm magenta
in my belly.

I have been swallowed,
sick and delirious
every beating red cell
dancing to your pulse-
Towards you.

Be gentle with this small beating thing
that was yours in the blink of an eye.

The reason that I am sharing this bit of my soul, my soul people, is that I have missed him so much, and not just because of the dead bird situation, though that was significant.

I admit that the first few days that David is away are always nice. We eat a dinner of grilled cheese sandwiches and apple slices at 5:00 and everyone is tucked in bed by 8:30.

After a few days though, the house is all out of balance. We need his exuberance and his maleness. We need our guy home and now that he is all is perfect.


David W. Padrusch said...

You are my life...

Pom Pom said...

What a beautiful poem, Sara. Thank you for sharing it. Precious and encouraging.

mgster said...

Your poem was just amazing and special. And David's response...four words that said everything. Your daughters are so fortunate to be in a home so filled with love and laughter. What more could anyone need.

Ginger said...

Don't be embarrased of your poem. I think after 13 years that you are that much in love still, and you miss each other when you are apart, says it all.

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Sullygirl2001 said...

SIGH....I love sappy love poems! I have books full of them myself. Cherish the fact that after 13 years you love him every bit as much as you did after 13 weeks! XXXOOO

Left-Handed Housewife said...

A wonderful poem! And a wonderful comment from your husband! I'm feeling oddly romantic right now ... sigh ...


marie said...

Such a beautiful poem! I'm glad (for you) that he's home. Never lose the "need" that you have for one's awful hard to find once it's lost. Awful hard.....

Chrissy said...

Sheer sweetness. The poem I wrote after a few months with my sweetheart was not nearly as eloquent or riveting. So beautiful. :) I'm so happy for you. :)

TwoBusy said...

I think I woulda melted if anyone had ever written me anything like that. Very sweet.