(On the occasion of his 66th birthday)
My tweed demon, just one six short of dangerous,
My God, horned and horny in the woods,
The best friend I’ve ever had,
My co-conspirator, my muse,
I am surprised to see that you are becoming an old man
(because I always see the you
you are inside)
I like the changes I see.
I would like you most any way.
I trust you.
You turn me on like crazy.
When you walk into a room,
Or give me that smile that’s just for me,
my cunt spasms.
I have to catch my breath.
Our eyes meet and I know you feel it too.
It’s the little things like that.
You give yourself to me over and over,
Deeper every time.
Like letting me use my knife to cut
your father’s shirt from your back
as we stood under the full moon.
Like handing me a mallet and spreading your legs.
Like letting the camera
document our love.
Like trusting me enough to ask for what you want
and trusting me enough to let me take charge.
Like being the girl to my boy.
I hope I am as generous in spirit as you.
You love me as I am,
honor every path I’ve taken,
and hold me to my own high standards.
It is a rare gift to hold both weakness and strength
In your eyes my hurts make me whole,
You are a revelation.
I am reborn in your arms.
I do not have a gift to celebrate your entrance to this life.
and a love that encompasses the universe.
You are my heart,
My dance partner, my dreamer, my daddy,
My boy in the tall grass,
My first and last thought…
Happy birthday, Harold.
Have the best year of your life!
You seem to be picking up speed
and there are only 1097 days until the most epic oral sex party ever…