When we are old Hair the color of tombstones Bones that sound like wet windshield wipers whenever we slow dance through the living room I imagine that I will look you in the eye As if there were something small and precious imprisoned there and say to you, “Darling, did you know that a blue whale has a heart the size of a car” When you reply correctly, as you always seem to do when I ask you difficult questions about oceanography I’ll probably just laugh, rejoicing, over the fact that every time you smile It makes the wrinkles at the corner of your eyes look like six willow branches all lifting their heads from prayer in unison Wind humming a sombre hymn beneath its breath Just as our anthem jogs to its close and I whisper in your ear How did you know that I was The One? When all those well dressed jackals came galloping to your door begging for the rights to your ring finger What made you like the deadbolt on your ribs looking them squarely in the face and saying with joy “I’m saving all of this beauty for a man I’ve never even met.” Did you ever doubt ever sit in your dorm room and think that maybe your soul mate had chosen someone a lot more boring but a lot less picky than you and opted for the easy way out of a life filled with love. When I was 22 years old, beard freshly grown, an ocean away from my family, with the kind of pain that drives men to do selfish barely forgivable things I dreamt of you nightly hunted for your smile in every audience that I broke for hoping that I could literally steal a glance downloaded onto my retinas and replay the moment our eyes first played freeze tag and neither one of us wanted to stop being IT so we just kept on touching hoping that father time would give us a hall pass and allow us to orbit one another for ever. And speaking of orbits did you know that there are more stars in the sky than grains of sand on the entire planet and that I would give you either one if you merely asked build the night from the sky’s skin like the rind of an orange or ask God if I could borrow the breeze for just a moment and blow the shoreline of every beach into a giant hour glass made just for us and say this is how long I will adore the things about you that no one else even notices like your laugh and how it sounds like a mix of Jimi Hendrix and Woodstock and two rainstorms singing perfectly in tune, those orthopedic shoes and how they always match your cardigans perfectly, those cricket glasses and how they dangle at the edge of your nose like the legs of two lovers on a tire swing the last summer they will ever see each others face The first time I saw your face I thought Wow If there were a Gorgeous Olympics you would be a lock and maybe I would be your key and maybe love is a club that we both got into for free and we just haven’t stopped dancing for all these decades because we really like the music in here and maybe if you asked me to I would crawl through the veins of a blue whale on my hands and knees photograph that Volkswagen sized heart of hers and place the picture on your pillow before you went to sleep, when you ask me about it I will probably just laugh, giggling like I’ve got handful of diamonds in my throat and say “see, I told you, the biggest heartbeat God ever made and now it’s all yours” Joshua Bennett
Posted on: Mon, 21 Oct 2013 14:57:13 +0000
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