(I could've used so many Doctor-Companion pairs and sets to illustrate the spirit of this poem, but you can never go wrong with Donna.)
To Be Posted in the Sunday Classifieds
The
love I’m looking for
Doesn’t
come with wedding receptions,
Valentine’s
Day reservations,
Or the
close calls
Of
almost-forgotten anniversary presents.
That
flavor of love
Has its
place,
But it
doesn’t keep me warm
When
the universe howls
Outside
my door.
Give me
a companion love,
A
friendship whose spark
Has
grown to a starlight burn.
Be
someone to follow me
Through
the forever
Of time
and space;
Share
my adventure, not my bed,
And be
my proof
That
life can be bigger
On the
inside.
It’s
not about date-night plans
Or
appropriate bouquets of floral apology.
Be
someone to run with me,
To jump
into the wild with me,
To
cling to the skin
Of the
spinning planet with me.
Give a
mad old alien a chance,
Because
we can be
Incandescent
together.
We’ll
walk in the dust
Of
long-ago days,
And
I’ll bring you so close
To
wonder,
You can
dip your toes in it.
You and
I
Will
climb our way
Out of
any beast’s belly,
And if
the end creeps towards us
With a
hungry stare,
Know
that this body
Will
blaze inside out
So that
yours won’t have to.
If ever
our skin speaks it,
It
won’t be said
In the
language of kisses
Or
shiver-stirring caresses,
But in
the frantic relief
Of
still-alive hugs
And the
don’t-lose-me way
We hold
hands
As we Run,
Run,
Run,
And
never stumble.
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