EXCELSIOR by Rod McKuen
I celebrate your eyes
because they looked at me
without restraint
and no shame.
I celebrate your breasts
in the darkest night
I could find them blind
and feeble.
I celebrate your tears
even if they cry for something
that I’ve done.
I celebrate you
playing shuffleboard
or tennis
or playing with my balls
while I sleep.
I celebrate
all the night sounds
that you make
but won’t admit to
your conversations with yourself
in sleep.
Most of all
I celebrate the god
that gave me you
and asked for nothing
in return.
He’ll get a better man
one with more compassion
because he let me
stumble onto you.
-from "Celebrations of the Heart," 1975
29 April 2010
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