~ Biscuit ~
The oven was warm
And that delicious smell
wafted,
Light and airy,
From room to room.
The biscuits sat,
Soft and round,
Tempting the senses
On the tray hot to the touch.
~ Temperature
~
It wasn’t the only thing I
couldn’t touch -
The distance between us
Too far to overcome
But you ignite something in me
The very idea of you makes my
temperature rise,
My heart beat faster,
Beads of sweat form on my brow,
And I yearn for the times we
were together.
~ Blue ~
But my heart is blue
Because you’re not here to
tell me
That I didn’t put enough
chocolate chips in the batter
But you love them anyway.
And all I want to do is tell
you that
I love you more than biscuits,
More than that corn dish you
like,
And more than all the pizza
slices we can eat.
~ Embrace ~
I want to feel your arms wrap
around me,
Warm as a summer’s day,
As I lay my head on your chest
Listening to your heartbeat
through your shirt.
And I want to feel your warm
breath in my hair
Right before you kiss my head
And I lose all control
Of my feelings towards you.
~ Petrichor ~
But all I have is the smell of
your shirt,
Freshly cut grass and dirt
Mixed with the rain that fell
Just as you walked out the
door.
I’ve gotten used to you
walking out the door
But it never gets any easier,
Knowing it will be months
Til I see you walk back in
again.
~ Orchestral
~
The sound of your car engine
in the drive
Is music to my ears
And the sight of your face
Is a whole symphony orchestra.
My heart sings when I hear
your voice,
Knowing you are home with me
If only for this weekend
And then you must away.
~ Scrubbed ~
When you’re not here, I clean
the floors,
I do laundry and dishes,
I go to work and come home
To an all but empty home.
There’s my two cats that need
looking after
And my son who’s old enough
But it’s empty without you
And this bed is too big for
just me.
~ Ethereal ~
You’re almost like a ghost in
this house -
Your favourite cup is in the
cupboard
And your clothes are in the
wardrobe
But you’re not here.
Your cologne lingers in the
air for days,
Haunting my senses as I walk
into the room
And filling me with a longing
I can’t even begin to describe.
~ Leonard
Cohen ~
Your say your friends are gone
and your hair is gray
Yet you’re the life and soul
of any party,
Though few and far apart our
dancing days
Because my arms can’t stretch
that far.
But, in the lounge betwixt
couch and window,
We’ll bathe in soft, dappled
light
And sway together, tightly
held,
As angels sing on high to
hallelujah.
~ Scratch ~
What started as an itch to
scratch
Quickly ran away from us
And is now so much more than
either of us
When we fill our hearts with
such joy.
The time we share is not
enough,
When once we talked but had
not met;
An ache that barely has time
to subside
Before it is awakened once
again.
~ Massaged ~
I crave you hand holding mine,
Our legs entwined while
watching TV,
The way our bodies fit
together
When we’re both done for the
day.
You healed my wounds from long
ago
And taught me there was more
to life than pain,
Massaging away the loneliness
Until all that’s left is love.
