He says we're the two loneliest people
He's ever known.

Climbing through barbed wire
Fence and into the
Trees and through the
Bogs and across the
Ice and over the
Swamp on my hands and
Knees in the frozen mud
With my nose near the
Paw prints of squirrels and the
Sound of the river rushing in my
Ears and then over my body -
Freezing and sharp to wake me
Up - then onto the
Rocks and past the sign which
Read "no trespassers" a little
Too late, then on up the
Road and over the
Guardrail
Onto the trail
Past the fields
Over the wheel ruts
And under the chain
Back home again,
Soaking wet
And very much
Happier
To be alive.

You come across as confident.
I thought you had it all together.
With your huge infectious smile
You can charm a person whether

They are just some stranger or
Someone you've never met before.

But being with you for so long
Has shown to me another side,
One that second guesses every
Action, one you try to hide

Because in truth you're insecure,
Self-conscious, timid, and unsure.

Oh, darling, how I long to tell you
Your agonies are so unfounded.
You are amazing, really truly,
All you are leaves me astounded!

And, for the record, it is your
Flaws that make me love you more.

If armageddon were to suddenly rain
down on the world in flaming reality,
I would take you somewhere with me -
we'd hijack a car or hitch a ride in a truck
until our wheels broke down and then
we'd start walking, just us, fingers loosely entwined,
into a nuclear red distance where we'd
find some railway tunnel or bridge to hide under.
Both of us would curl up under your army jacket
against the lashing acid rain and freezing ash
and I'd hold your beautiful hands
as we would sing love songs we'd heard
during happier days.
If you got sick, I would dig you a cave in
the side of a ***** or build you a hovel
in some forgotten junkyard and wrap you
in everything I owned before going out
to steal food, disgusting rations that I would
wash down with deep kisses and draughts of
acrid oily water, until you were healed.
It would be the two of us, standing together
in the midst of a crazy swirling hell and
you would carry me if I got too tired and I
would lay your head in my lap at night and
run my fingers through your thinning hair
and talk about the moon and stars that we
remember but could no longer see . . .
and believe me, darling, I would be
the happiest person in my anathema version of heaven.

If I were ever so fortunate as to acquire a magic lamp
And have it be the kind that holds a genie trapped inside,
I swear upon the grave to which the loss of you will drive me,
That all three wishes offered me would only be for you.