Anniversary

Pink cheeked and out of breath
he cradled my thoughts
and called me precious
took my hand
led back to bed
where I was obedient
through years, how they spread
the acute longing, the fiercest need
into something like a little weed
grown on rocks, swayed on sand
ants marched up
munched the end
till I tipped forward, touched the ground
and it's high time I look around
so don't chide Happy Anniversary
cause the man barely smiles at me
it's been so long, but I have a wish
and someday I will be precious