To my love

This morning I received a poem in my inbox about marriage being like a bungee jump.  It brought this to mind.  I*ve never done a real bungee jump.  The one at Great America seemed safer, somehow.  Of course it all depends on perspective, like everything else.  

Let me declare this out loud

And in public:

I love you.

Years ago now we went to Great America.

There was a version of the bungee jump,

Only safer (they said).

You agreed to be strapped in with me.

It was not your idea.

When they pulled us up backwards,

I was afraid.

I could not see where we were going.

You held my hand.

When we got to the top,

I pulled the ripcord

So we could drop and swing.

You were afraid

All the way down.

I said It*s ok, it*s ok, it*s ok,

Until we finally went swinging.

I figure we were meant to be

A couple.

When we*re pulled up backwards

You*re there for me.

After the ripcord,

I*ve got your back.

I have no real idea

What this really means

Except I suspect

We were meant

To balance each other out.

I love you

Out loud

In public.