lovely one

when you hold close your lovely one

and meet him cheek-to-cheek

you'll feel both the stillness and movement

of the Earth beneath

when you phone your lovely one

and his laughter peppers the air

your children squabbling in the backseat

your fruits never compared

when you write to your lovely one

be concise and be sweet

let him know that if it's not him, it's no one

who sweeps and keeps you off and on your dirty feet

a hint of autumn in the morning

before anything stirs

in the stillness you can hear your heartbeat

and the wisdom that it spurs

when you die with your lovely one

he'll have cradled your bones when you broke

you will have held his hand through his fear

you will live on in your yolk

when you hold close your lovely one

and meet him cheek-to-cheek

just like the old movies that you love

it's always the eyes that speak