Will you?
Will you kiss my feet,
ugly and calloused as they are,
from doing what i love?

Will you kiss my fingers, and wrists,
when They ache from playing the piano?

Will you kiss my palms,
My eyes,
My lips,
when they grow tired of signing, and interpreting?

Will you litter my throat,
and trace your lips across it,
when I grow weary of singing?

And when I am a Mother,
will you still make love to me?

When we are old,
will you still hold me,
compressing me tightly,
as you whisper you love me?

And If you should pass before I,
will you wait for me in the summer fields,
even though you do not share my faith?

I know I shall.

I shall kiss your fingers,
your palms,
you arms,
when they ache from playing the bass.

I shall wrestle with you,
and laugh when you tickle me,
even if I have just come from judo,
and my body aches.

When I am a mother,
my children shall be ours,
and I will want no other being besides you.

When we are old,
I shall care for you,
and love as much as I do today.

And if I die before you,
I shall wait for you in the unknown,
rather than go to a place where I am meant to be.

For there is no home there for me without you.

And although I think these things,
I do not worry, for I know we will.

When we are alone,
and all is quiet,
we shall make sweet music together.

Or I will dance for you.

While we are young we shall laugh,
love, and Live,
every single day.

And when we are parents,
we shall sneak, and tip-toe,
stealing away intimate moments at every chance.

When we are old,
I know neither of us will  have aged in the others eyes.
For you are as ageless to me as I am to you.

And when the time comes
for us to leave this world,
we shall leave it together.

Hand in hand we will go into the darkness of the unknown.