I wake to think

I love you

Mid-morning

Soft gray

Thought-slip

You and how

I love you more today

Than today

And tomorrow

The same,

Which makes sense–

Days and weeks and hours

Understanding your

Thread-count

The fibers

Of you.

You do not know

How rooted

These feelings

Are

They are slivers of remembrance

From the last time we loved

This is not the first

The round, slow-spinning

Sacred cycle.

You

and

Me

and

Them

And

We