How We Arrived
It was our first year
marriage redux-do-over.
I kept seeing this stranger in you.
I kept inquiring of myself
as we walked hand in hand
into yet another 'Red Lobster' restaurant.
Your name is - my name is
we are...
we were a confusion, not blinded too much
by romantic folktales -
some other head over heels story maybe.
Two years apart and both over fifty
time learned to step lighter.
You said I was the best sex you had ever had
no one had ever said that to me before
I felt taller,
the wife before you, bent me at the shoulders
I never did fall out of love with that young Chinese girl,
but now it's a picture of love or just perhaps its frame.
She grew away from that image, the binding vine of her life
slowly strangling us both.
Now there is you
and I am not sure how we came about
what triggered this 'us,'
that first year
of meeting ourselves, guiding each other
back to a place where bodies lost their memories
within unspoken moments.
We have got old, have pardoned ourselves many times over.
Nowadays we hardly ever go to fish restaurants
we cook
we butter sauce. Find new ways
to sample and share.
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