A Poem For You On Our 25th

Our dreams, our passions

have always been intertwined,

we simply cannot let go;
The novelty of encounters
is always there,
as well as a bit
of guilt that you are
the stranger in my fantasies;
It was only yesterday
was it not?
When we hungered,
we yearned
to be one
daily, we scrounged
for both time and place
and every bit
of opportunity,
every ruse, every excuse
to claim our dreams,
to wallow in sweet, salty sweat,
to endure,
to revel in
rapacious desires;
On our humid nights
that entice, we plead
for light not to come,
we beg to indulge unstoppable
in our gluttonies, as we will always
be each other's stranger.