A Kiss Away

this long hour that she's refusing to speak to me we sit in the bedroom opposite sides the tv goes unheard in the corner softly whispering nonsense to itself like a madman she is sitting with her perfumes and paints looking distantly into the mirror i study her face from across the room grasping for words i dare not speak trying for a thought that could resolve remembering that sometimes its better to let anger alone but from here she doesn't look angry she plays with her hair applies lip gloss fiddles with things waiting i let loose with a softly spoken 'sorry' she tells me she loves me what did it all mean why had there been such angry words i look for the meanings but left puzzled sometimes its better to let anger walk its own path out of its dark woods her sunshine returns in the coming hours and we are once again hand in hand a glance away from a smile a kiss away from each other we make love in the afternoon sunlight and drift into sleep entangled in each-others arms lover sweet lover