Happy Birthday Darling

It's been quite a ride with you
for 50 plus years my dear,
sometime dizzy, never boring
other times on the wild side
especially during the years
before we had children---
but let's start with those Circus
Lions roaring while we made love
in that apartment I shared with
Frank Kearful. Do you remember that?
Yea, and we ate melons too, in bed.
It was a day of young loony love
a season as bright as the moon
when I called you "blazing eyes"
they were so lit up with sex and
love. But alas it came down to earth
when other men sought to dance
with you and you did not hide your
sex appeal and bright light under a
basket. Recall Dennis the Menace
in San Jose, and the elderly Leftist
William Winter who slobbered all
over you in my presence (a preview
of things to come) during that first
tough year at NSU, my inprobable
initial academic way station in the
desert where I came into my own as
teacher, artist, big man on campus
with you attached to me in ways you
loathed, "Professor Pfaffl's decorative
adjunct." That would not stand for long.

So after six years in the salt mines
of LV we took off for Oregon so you
get your Masters in Dance and Film
to learn and shine as I knew you
would, in truth becoming the star
of Department. To support us I got
that post in Corvallis to help us
survive our first "rainy season"
away from the desert. But again
the scent she gave off attracted the
opposite sex to start a new orbit
around her even brighter moon
30, lovely, eager, available, a star
you spread your owlish wings to
plat Pinter's whore dancing naked
on moonbeam beach in Florence
while a chorus of eyeballs slitherd
in the sand, kissing your feet, wanting
to be "in tandem" with you when I
hit a bad patch: impotence, my horse
quit running for several weeks, my
rainbow faded till one day I "raped"
you on the floor, a redemptive fuck
that broke me loose from self-pity
and remorse and you too did a
turnabout, telling me you wanted me
to father your babies, a tipping point
for both of us as other parties began to
fade away. Those choices and decisions
put us back on track, the dynamic duo
bent but not a fracture, wounded but the
blood has stopped flowing...

To be continued