When I am gone my love, hold this in your hands.
It is full of all I hold dear. I give it all to you.
Tossed, scoured shaped by waves.
My heart, fashioned over millennia, to lie nestled
now in to your cool palm.
Brush its concentric circles with your thumb.
Feel, at every ridge, my never-ending adoration.
See the whole, banded spectrum of thoughts words acts gestures
kisses embraces heartbeats
that are and were the turning tide of my days.
And whenever you hold it,
know that the sum of every drenching it ever had-
Each fresh movement from all and every direction,
It felt nothing compared to how you move me. Now.
Even by the slightest, fleeting gesture.
© Tom Tide 2017