A day in the life of you and me
Our screen door creaks noisily
And is for us the sound of solace.
Pale green walls and wood floor polish
Absorb every footfall with relish.
Cold tiles demand their sneezes
As I reach for towels and slippers.
A sleepless night has deserted with my best
And helpless yawning betrays
Those stolen morning hours.
Today’s a quiet cocktail,
Soothing breeze and hazy sunlight.
No music from our stereo.
Only a whistling kettle,
As you lay bed-warm and gentle
Sheets thrown haphazard,
I observe with tender jealousy.
A coffee mug to warm hands.
I will await Arabica breath
Before I break this peacefulness.
And lost in thoughts
I’ve missed your waking.
Now only hands, lips, moving hips.
Easily persuasive, no chores,
No sign-in-attendance list,
Just rest and love and bliss.
A pleasant afternoon we recall;
A stroll on a rainy day.
Circling arms, protective, greedy
And a broken umbrella, shared
In sweetly mingling misty breath.
Warm dry towels and home awaiting.
Dark roast aroma cuts through chill drafts,
Shivering into each other.
Silence and closeness
And smells of damp you and me.