You turn
as you always do,
halfway down the hall,
to smile at me one last time.
I close the door behind you,
crawl into bed,
fully dressed,
and press my face into the pillow
to inhale.
You are still there
on the pillowcase.
The merlot curtains
transfigure sunlight.
Purple red.
Shadows
dance the wall.
Is this loveliness for me?
I can barely contain it.
Beat, beat
heartbeat
animal pleasure of
breathing in
breathing out.
You have woven
yourself into
my day –
left it magical with
color and scent:
Red curtains, playing with wind.
Brilliant green grapes
in a glass bowl.
Clean smell of soap and sweat.
Perfume of coffee brewing.
Your brown eyes.
Your presence
always
brings me home.
11 comments:
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"Your presence
always
brings me home."
Perfect! I spent 36 hours with Ex-Boyfriend this weekend, and that's exactly how I felt.
Delicious poem!
Oh? Oh? Awright, Jess! (That's a more modern sort of poem).
Beautiful!
lovely!
This poem describes exactly how I hope to feel about someone in the future...hard to explain...well, I'll just say that he's the owner of Rudy... Anyways, thanks for sharing this link with me:)
Thank you LB. Glad it had meaning for
you.
Lovely, beautiful & delicious- indeed!
I am picturing the color and scent--mostly the coffee scent, with a little soap, and I like the brilliant green grapes with the playing red curtains in my mind's eye. Just lovely. And you all blissful and smiling.
I love this, esp. the color and scent part at the end. "Clean smell of soap and sweat/ perfume of coffee brewing". Awesome.
Blissful is about it, Vita. I live so much in my ratbrain that a break to be present and in my own body suddenly makes the "ordinary" world feel extraordinary.
Thanks Melinda. Funny to think of sweat as a clean smell...but I guess it depends on who it is...
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