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11/25/10 - (2)
Thanksgiving Celebrations
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I can't think of anything I'd rather do Than spend my days with you, Bound up in these gentlest of love knots we tie, With the intricate simplicities of our smiling eyes.
II
L.D.: You presence is a blessing to me, The infinity of divinity.
Linda: And yours is to me. You and I are my eternity.
III
The soul is a halo That holds our naked essence together, Inside its invisible glow.
IV
This morn, so bounteous with joyous glory, I bequeath to you, forever, All of me. You needn't wait — Please partake of our feast.
V
The sweetly fragrant commingling aromas Of our time-taking lovemaking And a turkey slowly baking in the oven Suffuse the few rooms of this condo With a pleasure that so overwhelms our nostrils, We can't possibly differentiate them. Suddenly, we're part of an olfactory coalescence, A tender commensalism so sensually gratifying, We know we'll never crave satiation.
VI
We stand naked, at the center of this fragrant kitchen, And, waiting for the timer to tell us our turkey needs basting, Embrace each other so tightly yet so lightly, We can almost not feel our bodies caressing, Almost not sense ourselves inside one another.
VII
Thanksgiving is a kitchen shimmering, To its simmering brim, With the richly delicious smells, of a baking turkey, Escaping throughout the house, Wafting all the way back, However far into the past memory might transport us, To that place where happiness first enraptured us, Taught us to worship gratitude for our blessings, Look to the future, With gladness measured in compassion, So that we might cherish this present day, Filled with the aromas of familial love.
VIII
All last evening, Between tending to our cooking chores, Through this morning, at lunch, and by the shore, This eighty-three-degree Floridian afternoon, We've stayed close in touch, Exchanging e- and voice mails, text messages, Making cell-phone calls, To connect with family members and friends, Wish them every blessing For the happiest of Thanksgivings, Hoping they'll excuse our being here Rather than with them, some other there. Indeed, it's quite gratifying, Sensing that our cumulative communications Have brought our loved ones closer, Heightened the ebullience of this celebration, By inspiring visions and memories Just as fresh as the second we gave them breath.
11/25/10 - (2)
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