“Come and kiss me in the storm:
There’s many ways of staying warm
Upon a night so full of ice –”
She didn’t need to say it
Twice
“Come and kiss me in the storm:
There’s many ways of staying warm
Upon a night so full of ice –”
She didn’t need to say it
Twice
to firmly touch, then lightly brush her skin
to focus on her pleasure for awhile
conjoined together in the simple task
of what it is for her
to bear a child
He said, “why don’t you come to bed?”
“Just five more minutes,” ‘s what she said.
In thirty he takes in this sight,
And chuckles soft,
And says,
“Goodnight”
I saw her buying flowers as I bustled through my day
“It is our anniversary,” I overheard her say
“Now what a lucky guy,” I thought, “that she would buy him flowers.”
And went about my life, my months, my weeks, my days, my hours —
And twelve months hence, as chance would have, I saw her once again
Once more she purchased flowers in the same place she had been
I said, “Your man’s so lucky he’ll have these up on his shelf.”
She said, “That man’s so cold —
For years
I’ve bought these
For myself.”
(Inspired by this prompt.)