Late afternoon light
streams through the kitchen window
as I busily chop, stir, create
our evening meal,
softly humming along to the songs
that play on the radio.
You are elsewhere in the house,
separating out our lives
that have become entwined
in the pile of clothes at your feet.
When our song starts to play
I go in search of you
and find you also seeking.
Our eyes meet
and soft memories of that night
fill the empty space
between these two bodies.
I reach out my hand,
you smile and come to me,
and we dance.


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Regards,
Doyle I <~~~~~
Tonia, very nicely done. You did a great job setting up an innocent but deeply romantic scene.
:)
Hugs and blessings - S.
One of the lasting joys of sharing a home with one you love.
melts in the mind
and lifts the sides of my mouth