In My Hands

I stand here,
holding
the rest of my life
in my hands,
seeing the glistening
of the bands,
and I smile--
knowing
our promises can be
forever.

And
forever’s
just
beginning
with
the slice of the cake
and the tinkling glass.

Whatever we make of
the rest of our lives
is what matters.
We can last through
the end of our song
on the floor.
Kissing, breathless,
eager for more of
tomorrow
right now.

I stand here,
making
the rest of my life
in my hands,
dragging your lips
down to mine
so I can drown
in the beat
of your heart,
and I smile--
knowing
our love can be
forever.

And
forever’s
just beginning
with
the walk
down the aisle
and the licking of fingers.

Whatever we make of
the rest of our lives
is what matters.
We can last through
the end of the
vacuuming the floor.
Clinging hotly,

Ready for more of

tomorrow
right now.

I stand here,
loving
the rest of my life
in my hands,
feeling the
locking of heat

Inside mine.
So I can burn
in the flow
of your gaze
and taste
the strength
of your arms,
and I smile--
knowing
our lives can be
forever.

And
forever’s
just

beginning,
with
the crush
of flower petals
and the
clamoring cans.

Whatever we make of
the rest of our lives
is what matters.
We can last through
the gathering of gifts
off the floor.
Lying blissful,
hungry for more

Of tomorrow
right now.

Tomorrow’s in our hands.

Written by Eliza Jane Farley Gomez
originally in 1997, reworded/revised 2/15/12.