My Dearest Love:
The coffee steaming beside your hand as you read the morning paper every Sunday
Reminds me of a black and white photo we once saw at the art gallery.
Jazz music on the radio as you moved around the kitchen, your favourite shirt stained with paint always made me think of my favourite poem.
You've always been living art to me,
A gift from Dionysus, or Aphrodite.
A blessing even when we fight.
You touched my soul with your smile
Caressed my flesh with your eyes, with just one soft look,
I hope you understand what you do to me every time you wink and laugh
at all the silly things I say.
My desire for you grows hotter every day.
Love always Ardeth Blood