my definition of eternal love

for the next 120 years we will
watch reruns of Star Trek Voyager,
cuddling close together, sharing ham and pineapple pizza,
Paint your door with colliding colors,
combine hues and fight for space,
I'll wash all yer dirty shirts
so I can smell yer smell before it gets washed away in soapsuds,
sleep side by side in yer bed every night
my head on yer chest, listening to yer heart
speak to me in quiet rhythmns,
Run around the playground
sliding down the slide and swinging on swings,
even though we're too big,
we'll look up at the twilight star-filled sky and swear
that there's no one we'd rather be with,
and then
we'll fall into yer bed
and our souls will merge
many many times and with
unbounding passion,
until the sun rises in the sky.



©1999 Erin D. Conroy.

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Notes: Written just for fun, this poem emerged one day while trying to define what eternal love means to me.