I Love You by Theresa Cecilia Newbill
For you Brian. My only love.
There are voices we hear,
memories the moon undresses
returning us to cerulean
aluminum nights.
We've retold the stories
of our lives
and tasted the metal
while bathing
in the blue grandeur
of torrent starlights
that soaked our senses
and saluted our loins.
We've been seized
by the fires!
Seized by the flames!
We've been gilded
by the sweet maelstrom
of one another's sweat.
If love is born
by the tender lips
of Orion's naked storms
then my dearest,
I love you.
Into the celestial air
I go.
Into the purple mists
of our arms embrace
I go.
The white heroine
of your darkness,
I become.
Somewhere between
meteors and moonstones.
Somewhere between
wife and widow.
