Poem-a-Day

unfortunately, or blessed, it could have been
hours, or years, but it was hours
we disappeared into, touch i shouldn’t
savor, not this day, not while missing you,
not this deep in love, but a year ago,
or was it days, we said  i do
which under it laid dozens more commitments,
one being our commitment to pleasure,
to touch, to the touch of others, so  i do
but also  i will continue to do it, that it,
with people that are not you—love,
believe it, or not, lives in that promise
too, i love the sounds others pull from you,
i love your ecstasy even if i’m not around
to engineer it, and here i am, on the other
side of the promise, on the other side
of the world, underneath this person
who i have promised nothing
but my attention and effort until it’s done,
and it was, done under the moon
until the rain started and, then, done
under the rain, i am ashamed to say it,
but i must say it: i would have asked them
to stay, to do it again, to touch me forever
had i not, and thank God i did,
placed my forever in you, but amor,
amor, you should have seen it, us:
beneath the rain, a storm,
under the promise, my loaned breath.