A blog six years in the making....

Implications of One Plus One

Sometimes we collide, tectonic plates merging,
continents shoving, crumpling down into the molten
veins of fire deep in the earth and raising
tons of rock into jagged crests of Sierra.

Sometimes your hands drift on me, milkweed's
airy silk, wingtip's feathery caresses,
our lips grazing, a drift of desires gathering
like fog over warm water, thickening to rain.

Sometimes we go to it heartily, digging,
burrowing, grunting, tossing up covers
like loose earth, nosing into the other's
flesh with hot nozzles and wallowing there.

Sometimes we are kids making out, silly
in the quilt, tickling the xylophone spine,
blowing wet jokes, loud as a whole
slumber party bouncing till the bed breaks.

I go round and round you sometimes, scouting,
blundering, seeking a way in, the high boxwood
maze I penetrate running lungs bursting
toward the fountain of green fire at the heart.

Sometimes you open wide as cathedral doors
and yank me inside. Sometimes you slither
into me like a snake into its burrow.
Sometimes you march in with a brass band.

Ten years of fitting our bodies together
and still they sing wild songs in new keys.
It is more and less than love: timing,
chemistry, magic and will and luck.

One plus one equal one, unknowable except
in the moment, not convertible into words,
not explicable or philosophically interesting.
But it is. And it is. And it is. Amen.

Marge Piercy

So it's not ten years. It's six, but still! That's pretty amazing. Especially if you know as much about our relationship as we both do. Six years of putting up with a selfish hypochondriac who has bouts of narcissism and depression. Someone who doesn't appreciate things quickly, complains and whines about everything and is probably really ugly deep down inside. You have to give the man credit, he's able to find something so beautiful in me that he keeps coming back.

And me about him? I can't say anything negative about him. He's made the last six years incredible. He listens to me, he takes care of me, he puts up with me and my ridiculousness...even when he tells me I'm being ridiculous! He tries to put a smile on my face. He makes my friends his friends. (Have you met my friends?!) He's just perfect. I can't fault the guy. He'll make the next six years incredible. I'll do my best to make the next six years miserable. That way, we'll even each other out! :)

And us together? Six years of silliness, six years of some arguing, six years of cuddling, six years of screaming, six years of love, six years of laughs, six years of questioning, six years of knowing exactly why. Six years of proposing ridiculous theories to one another, three years of WoW. Six years of binking, six years of seeing who will eat the other first, six years of promising that when the Zombies come, we'll be bad ass together or if the other gets bitten, we'll take the other out. Six years of just us trying to fit together, sometimes trying to come apart. Six years of us together.

Funny thing is neither of us know the day. As soon as we could be together, we were. Ha! What dorks!