when you sat down.
It’s strange to think it’s been a year
since I landed that first kiss,
and a year since you waltzed through my door
you wanted me to be
My hands will remember
the soft, gentle curve of your hips
Since then I have lived
in your presence,
in tumult and in cheer.
In joyous days
which all blend together now
I have carried the torch of the day countless times
while you have slept peacefully in my bed.
You have planted sweet kisses on my neck
that have yielded pale blossoms
dipped in black ink
which you have dried
on your walls.
In 400 days I have watched you create universes
with your paintbrush.
when you sat down
that things would never be the same again.
[Written on the inside of a copy of Sei Shonagon’s ‘Pillow Book,’ given to a special someone on our anniversary. The passage from the book which gives this poem its title, ‘In Spring it is the dawn,’ can be read here: http://tanabata.blogspot.com/2006/04/in-spring-it-is-dawn.html%5D