Even now as I count
and even though
it may be the wrong day
I still want to come
and sweep love into your life.
The 7th or 8th
it doesn’t matter much anyway,
I love
you equally on both days.
It’s in the touch of falling
feeling this amazing ache
here on your special day
where I am allowed to watch.
Watching every tiny little wish
laid on your lap to unfold,
the gifts are pretty memories now
I can’t help the fact
that today or yesterday
you’re just a little bit older.
A wise girl for sure,
it’s difficult to share,
just how perfect your birthday day
is to me.
I’m excited
like truly happy
to share in
your thousand little secrets.
Your finite rituals
where we bend into magical shapes
that show just how much
we really love each other and
the best comes at night.
Down on pretty knees
you kiss to please
here on your birthday day
where we’re transformed into
starlit lovers.
Slowly taking our royal names
we place the appropriate pieces
atop each other.
The most amazing of outfits
outlined and embedded
with precious gilded jewels
barely covering the curves
shoulders exposed.
Reckless and accidental
we leave identical marks
roughly gripping on to the other
tied tightly to the corners
with a wide eyed smile
soothing the deep body ache.
Just as the clock releases the day
and the hands turn
to the 9th
I count myself blessed.
I start counting down
the time in months again.
