Paper Love

Paper Love:

The First Year's a Gift,

the rest, Hard-Work

and a Mystery

Staring at my paper cup,

rim saturated with lipstick, coffee stains and honey.

I wonder where the remnants

of our love resides, when the days get stagnant, cool and gray.

There's a place where we can go,

when in need of a love fix in case of disaster blows.

Finding it, this years mission,

so we can go there when the tide gets high and the waves, rough.

Gazing at paper letters;

Dented up reminders of my frustration, eyes get wild...

Wet hazel and troubled breath

blind truth hides behind lonesome shadows of desired caress,

Too disjointed yet to kiss,

but you made the miracle happen with your warm embrace.

Paper receipt; lunch for two;

green paper exchanges made way for big changes that day.

Paper note folded in fours...

refolded, crumpled, flattened, recycled, torn

A tapestry of rainbows;

Our ever-lasting inertia of dreams guiding us home.

First year is a miracle;

Forever flowing, undying bliss will need true love's kiss...

keeping our hearts strong and pure,

like the roots of a tree where paper derives and love stirs

thinking about paper love.