Tribute to a Special Girl (100 of 365)

Day 100 of the 365 day poem challenge.

Well three digits :) we are here more than a quarter through, less than a third and only one day after trump was elected president too.

Word of the day diaphanous meaning: 

"so thin as to transmit light."

Tribute to a Special girl 

I love being soggy in the rain

With you 

I love feeling angry and tired 

I love these unfortunate fortunate memories of ours 

I love it when you wind me up 

And send me around the bend

I love it when you cause me to scream with delight, shock, perplexion and vexation 

I do not so much love that unbearable tightness in my chest like a nuclear heart attack 

I love our feeding, cooking and domesticating 

I love our bathing, exfoliating, masseuging 

I love our burping and other private things 

 

I am homeless without you

What we share is diaphanous 

And cannot be caught 

Described, touched 

But it is felt

Even when I cannot be bothered it 

Is always there and thoughts intrude

And panic and anxiety 

And excitement and ecstacy 

All in the same breathless breath 

Odi et amo

Tragedy and humour 

Pain and pleasure 

I love the possible futures ahead 

I love the Unknown

All of it 

As long as you are there.