as we sip coffee and gently talk about our day.
A warm glow illuminates the room of our life and our speaking mouths,
as we begin to balance out our needs and plans.
Slowly building an invisible bridge between us,
amongst the moving of lips and cups, fingers to wood:
we are building.
Brick by brick,
word by consideration and word,
till it's strong enough to stand on,
till it's hard enough to hold us both,
frail enough that when I leave I take you will me.
When we are together like this there is always a laugh in my breath.
I am ready for you to make me happy, as I know you will.
You open me as a flower does,
making me accept the light and watering I need.
Just as I wish to protect your delicacy from harm:
be it harsh winds or harsh words.
You make me believe that I am equal to you in spirit and beauty.
You make me believe that I do not grow alone in this chaos of life.
You can be an oasis if you wish,
brought to me in tiny kisses and thoughtful eyes,
that think of me even when I don't realise.
We have both chosen willingly to sit at this table together,
accepting eachother's love happily.
We breathe in unconditional colour:
the colour of cornflowers,
the colour of coffee in the morning,
the colour of honest love.
(Dedicated to the marriage of my aunts Laka and Karen - celebrating 20 years of happiness)
