Meaningful Nostalgia

Your shape, to me,

is only meaningful as nostalgia surrounding this
Or that tender moment
& with them,
are ever-changing.

Each new form a gem
in the diadem of our love;
You wear it today as a crown of glory,

The finish to an evening gown
Crusted in emeralds & blue sapphires,
tiny, hand-forged golden bells alternate with citrines
& cinnabar along your chosen curves.
 Feet sheathed in leather and crystal.

Limbs sinuous,
As is always your way.
Glamour is your especial skill, Beloved.
 The world ceases its progress when you enter any room.

Oh! The day you kissed me under the great cedar tree!
You chose a man shape that day.
And also a fox shape, a squirrel shape,
An eagle.

There is no shape you choose to hold
Where you are not my sole True North.

I long for your touch,
And only yours.
And your soul in any chosen shape is the person I love
The person I long for
The kisses from your spirit to my own
The fingers that stroll along my wrist absent of purpose

The shape you choose
It’s irrelevant.
I love You.

You’ve been away too long again.
I miss you.

“My Treasure! I brought you a book!”

Ah, there you are, my Darling.
Welcome home!