The Best Kind of Love

Bright and sunny

warm and runny

lips placed

sweet to the taste

and soft and squishy

a cotton hug

and two hands made one

in casual fun

and each grows wise

in the other'a eyes

a click of the heels

a playful shove

newly minted, the best kind of love

Clammy wet hands

searching for food

walkway crayon Picassos

construction paper stitched and glued

and tantrums without warning

at three in the morning

our little ship rocking, sinking and skewed

but we batten the hatches 

and calm the watery storms

dole out the rations

clean their art fashions

and collapse, together, exhausted, the norm

and one day we'll wake up

and walk for a while

hands laced, congruent smile

tiny tots trailing

our sailors, no longer wailing

and maybe we'll get to sit for a bit

and admire our vessel, the best kind of love

Wrinkled shirt, faded tie

worn out wristwatch

failing eyes

limp buttons

held in place

by stitched loose patches

white whiskered face

distant bells tolling

exhaustion pulling

perhaps it's time for death's sweet embrace

but you dance in, a silver bell

humming a tune no one else can tell

with a jacket in style before we were a thing

and on your left hand my soft golden ring

and my face cracks with joy when you take my old glove

well worn and faded, the best kind of love