For my wife upon a cloudy day

I love the curves of her hips
and the way her lips unfurl in banner
broad announcement of her every hope,

the honey in her long brown hair
and curl of her toes in soft white sands
as we walk with talk of those who've passed away.

In broad strokes,
I paint my love for her
with the lush full body
of my life pressing hard against
her stomach.

She breathes my heartbeats
unchoking and unchalk-marked
upon the foundations we poured
one long cold december years ago.

In the ungloved moments and tender caresses
of shared yesterdays she says,
"I love you" silently.

I, in the crucible of our owned destiny,
burn away that silence
grind up her passion
and live on that alone.