OBSTACLES

 A thousand visits to the supermarket

A thousand acts of sexual intimacy

Spread over forty years.


Your essence was quite other

A smile of absolute connection

Repeated a thousand times.


Your daily visits to the outside lavatory

While I stood talking outside,

An intimacy I have sought

With no other.


My greatest fear is that you might

Have changed beyond recognition,

Submerged in trivia and the

Minutiae of the quotidian.


At ten my adoration of you was total.


At sixty it’s somewhat greater:

I place you among the angels and madonnas

Of the quattrocento, Raphael and Masaccio

And Petrarch’s sonnets to Laura.

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