What love is, nine years later . . .

Anniversary Pose

A midday sun broke through the windowed walls,

Lighting your inky mesh shorts and sweaty chest.

We are twisted half way round,

Sitting back into an absent chair.

The heat in this room is cranked on high

Making mush from our mylonite muscles.

Side by side we posture and pose

Making our bodies be planks, wheels and bows.

My eyes close and my jaw goes soft,

Bubbles of energy bursting inside.

My breath grows long, taming all of this-

that I feel for you.

Nine years ago, I was made a wife;

With you for a man, my husband.

You have made me more than me.

And my love still swells when next to you-

Because I am all yours.