Here, her3.
To sunrises spent in the arms of the woman I love
The voice I know
The wonder she brings to the simple things.
Here, her3.
To making love all night, then fucking it up
Secret whispers born in welcome ears, held close
By eager fists and willing lips pursed tight
Against unwelcome assumptions and misunderstandings
Here, her3.
To changes and traditions and mountains in distances
And knowing we were heard though we didn’t say a word
Our thermal signatures burned forevermore
Into the eyes of our peers and subordinates
And others whom do not matter
Here, her3.
My love.
To learning your evanescent subtleties
Over hot chocolate coffee blends, the celebrant song
Of the coyote, the distant patterns Orion built, and
Wind song storms that showed us the proper way to
Rage against the machine.
