Laundry done

Laundry done,

I ascend the stairs

to a smile I love.

Neither coming nor going

My lover coughing

My lover coughing

in another room –

I don’t want to hear.

On trying to write a poem for my love @ Leaves of Ink

Originally published at the late, Daily Love, another poem for my Sarah, at Leaves of Ink:

On trying to write a poem for my love

Thanks, as always, to editor E. S. Wynn!

Drunk on her scent

Drunk on her scent,

my face buried

in the nape of her neck.

Your soft flesh

Your soft flesh,

your moist lips

tremble at the touch

of my fingertips. . .

Going home to see my baby

Going home to see my baby
at the end of a long, hard day.

Going home to see my baby,
green lights all the way.

Kissing in sunlight

Kissing in sunlight,
around us
a golden nimbus.

She finds me asleep

She finds me asleep,

removes the book from my face,

tucks me in with a kiss.

The sun just rising

The sun just rising,
a goodbye kiss blown
to my sleeping lover.

First day of the year

First day of the year –

I linger in bed

until eleven…

***

First day of the year –

Symptom of the Universe

my internal soundtrack. 

*** 

First day of the year –

hot love

on the old couch.

Lost in your kiss

Lost

in your kiss,

I cease to exist.

The flowers bloom brighter

 

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The nape of her neck

The nape of her neck –

breathing in

her hair, her skin…

The line of her jaw

The line of her jaw

beneath my fingers,

the clock is ticking…

Buzzing in my ears

Buzzing in my ears,

the clippers –

dark hair flutters down.

Sprawled across the couch

Sprawled across the couch

after love,

night falls gently…

The only real thing…

My head on your breast,

the rhythm of life pounding

slowly in your chest .

First

Wish I'd been your first.
Happy to be
your last.

- for Sarah -

(Haiku Heights #153 - First)

Leaving isn't easy

“I love you!”

she yells

down the stairs.