FIFTIETH VALENTINE FOR MY SOULMATE YOLANDA
I first saw you and my life for the better changed
Cupid’s arrows equal chemistry equal pheromones
Most important happening on the very first meeting
More than could any vocal voiced verbal greeting.
I checked the form of your breasts
Then knew that I would like the rest
We went out that first time date
You were more intoxicating yet.
We had to meet at that exact place and time
Earlier I had a ton of baggage to leave behind
Negativity stayed with me until 1966
Then I finally got my spirit mostly fixed
The first time we made love
I thanked whatever was above
For our bodies entanglement
Confirmed my good judgment.
Valentine days blur in memory
What stays is the track of totality
Flowers, jewelry, dinner whatever
I knew that it would last forever
Valentines are symbols of love
Granted by the spirits above
We rapidly reached the peak of physicality
Thankful for our youthful flexible elasticity.
For many years we came at the same time.
I always climaxed physically and in my mind
I never took any better trip
Now bittersweet to think of it.
One gift stands out in time’s always shifting sands
An Inorganic Being came with his heart in his hands
Eventually his body broke beyond possible repair
His head and heart are still hanging in there.
Making love is like drinking very fine wine
The first taste is so pleasant on the tongue
The last drop and the dregs
Stir memories of the very best.
Fly, fly my Golden Goddess Queen
I’ll get up off my very thankful knees
Worship you flying over the Western sand
Follow me straight into Blessed Summerland.
Walter Birdwell for Yolanda Garza Birdwell
January 31, 2017