Let me love you, eyes closed,
hands unasked upon your face,
fingers slowly tracing your story lines
back to their beginnings—
all the disappointment rivers heading south,
hungry for your large and generous mouth
and the thrilling pulse of an open sea—
our hands, the stars by which we safely
navigate our untold histories.
Let me love you more
than humanly possible,
colour you way outside your lines,
follow you boldly off the paper
into a holy space
where I could lose my mind,
and the high tide breaks
me open in as many places
as you desire to find.
Let me love you as you are
right now: in the door, but not yet home,
the day—a popped balloon, still tied
to your wrist. Come, sip some wine
and I will sip the silence
into which you pour your words,
until the shadows crowding the window
shrink from view, and it’s just me
and you and the Buddha
moon slipping through the darker hours.
Seeing as it’s Valentine’s Day, here’s a poem I wrote long ago for my beloved.
Lynne Burnett 
WOW … all incredibly strong … that last stanza is the most loving take I’ve ever encountered on greeting a loved one coming in at work day’s end … in the door, but not yet home. (Won’t take long with this reception!)
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Gee, Jazz, I so appreciate your comment! Thanks for this – and I’m glad my husband finally retired!😘🙏
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To truly know someone.
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Thank you, Ken! And after 40 years I’m still making discoveries🙏😊
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Loveliness itself!
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Thank you so much!🙏
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You’re welcome. Be safe! Have a great rest of your night!
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Thanks- And may you keep safe and healthy in these uncertain times!
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