AFTER THE TYPHOON
After the typhoon of finding you,
after the hideaway weekend
eating chocolate covered strawberries
in a steaming Jacuzzi…
After serenades, and love poems I have scribbled,
dancing in our new home
cooking for you,
fighting with you…
... after the many meals together,
devouring each other with our eyes,
working hard to build a life together
I find you standing beside me.
At times, I cannot recall what life was
before you cast your shadow on me.
The pain of old mistakes returns
like arthritis on a rainy day.
You, are the surest balm to my hurt,
a soothing cool hand on my fevered brow.
We rub each other -
but only the right way.
©2004 Christopher Reilley
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