Marriage of Many Years
By Dana Gioia
Most of what happens happens beyond words.
The lexicon of lip and fingertip
defies translation into common speech.
I recognize the musk of your dark hair.
It always thrills me, though I can't describe it.
My finger on your thigh does not touch skin—
it touches your skin warming to my touch.
You are a language I have learned by heart.
This intimate patois will vanish with us,
its only native speakers. Does it matter?
Our tribal chants, our dances round the fire
performed the sorcery we most required.
They bound us in a spell time could not break.
Let the young vaunt their ecstasy. We keep
our tribe of two in sovereign secrecy.
What must be lost was never lost on us.
Copyright Credit: Dana Gioia, "Marriage of Many Years" from 99 Poems. Copyright © 2016 by Dana Gioia. Reprinted by permission of Dana Gioia.
Source: 99 Poems (Graywolf Press, 2016)