He congratulates me

And I don't know what for,

But then again, English is

His second language.

But it makes me stop and think.

It makes me smile.

Yes, I am to be congratulated 

And all the spectrum of beautiful meanings

The word can offer me,

And even more because of

The kind and loving soul

With shining eyes and gracious ways

Who has offered them to me.

Then I remember I've just married a handsome doctor 

Who cannot move from the waist down,

But we make beautiful music together

On our strange foreign ukuleles.

That was how we first met,

At a quiet party for massage therapists,

And I played melody notes to his chords in effects

That weren't generally then 

To be known.

It was something magical 

And we played until the song waned.

His eyes told me he wanted to kiss me.

I bent to kiss him on the mouth

And he turned his head away.

"No no," he said in shame.

And so I kissed his cheeks, his eyes.,

Until he opened his mouth,

And I kissed him passionately.

He said,"It's times like this, I wish I could lay down."

And so I helped him to his bed.

"I want to give you something," he said,

And worked up some saliva,

And I bent down again and sucked it into my mouth.

And that is how we met.

And I know that every love is terminal,

And yet every Love considers the DNA 

Of everloving, everliving Life and Love,

And the gracious ones who know to stay 

And to congratulate us

When that word seems so out of place on the surface,

And yet so perfectly at home

In the reality of every single occurring situation.

So I say to you,

"Congratulations."

-jenn