When I woke up that morning it was morning,
noon,
maybe,
the sun was bright,
I do remember that,
Yes.
There was a moment that afternoon,
The sun was hot,
But I was shaded, sitting on my patio, another smoke filled breath passed my lips, "it is love", I thought,every day I've felt it, for along time now, love that is, I've felt it prior, but this was far better,greater, almost perfect.
It is was perfect,

no,


it is perfect.

I considered how love should be,
Could be,

is,

I considered moments, lots of moments,

more moments the all the spare change,

ever,

moments of us particularly.

Me and her,
or you,
or us,
your are her, were her ,
and in my mind always will be,
Her,
the one Her I'll ever choose to have around.
It's is you, or her.

Perspectives.

But understand that morning was the morning,

The morning,

that I'd never be me, but us, or you, and I loved it more then I could love, and I will love it more then I have ever loved,
forever,

And forevermore.

Like the air it is me and I know not how to stop it or change it, I wouldn't,

I couldn't,

for this is my life, our life, your life,

forevermore.

Do you recall that moment we shared?

that became a scopic sweep to outspread coast

tattooing a pinnacle on the crest face of time...

Even before that,

when those pages turned
after placing a bookmark
in the “All Embracing”

when rapidly cascading rapids
in a vital rush
Where once,
no water ran
but now,
a waterfall endures to keep gushing

as you stood in the line for lost post
Rotating between guest and host
Tracking down this package
And yet to return next to my side you came
Pleasure delaying the unwrapping
Sliding into it’s contents
as promptitude ensued  

Immediately following
by this ones own hand,
the rising of your shirt
An advance to mount
lay parallel to your reclining position

Revealing this willing
More like pleading, how it sounded
In exchange for a soft euphoric injection
Evolving into sweat trading
All encompassed by
Engaged Ravaging

How do I buy a ring-
Silver, or gold?
Is platinum a thing?
Should price be paid attention to?
It's so complicated!

Apparently diamonds have rules,
What does it even matter!
It's carbon, from the ground,
Bananas are carbon!
Maybe I could get her a banana ring...

And who even made the tradition!
Does love need a price tag?
Maybe, or maybe not.
I'll still buy her a ring,
But I think cheesecake is better.