Twenty-one years since our first date.

Crossing a threshold, more years together than not.

We talk and dream and laugh

and sometimes cry.

We ache and burn and soothe.

We hear though sometimes we do not listen

and want to throttle and curse

and laugh again.

We shower one another with kisses

and words whispered in lust

and LOVE

and hearts full

of everything and everyone we’ve ever been,

together.