On our anniversary
For D
Today
I wrote you a poem
and when you get home
I’ll watch you read it
and I’ll lick my sappy words
off of your fingers
one
at
a
time
their sweetness mixing with the
sweat and the dirt of
your long day
and I’ll let the bittersweet taste
of another year gone by
rest on my tongue
before I say I love you
and tenderly explain to you
that this is the gift.