Everything was new, dangerously hot
under a burning North Carolina sun.
I’d arrived to the world
in a red Datsun 210.
Hips forward in a passion filled strut,
I had come for you, with nothing to offer
except for myself.
You took me, still take me.
turned into a trip down the aisle
and a long journey back to Montana.
Just you, me, and a cat that sat on your shoulder.
I remember we laid on the horn
when we drove into the valley.
A joyful homecoming
ringing off the walls of the Orange St. underpass.
Our brazen lust grown to a tender connection
fostered by your sweet hands on my brow,
while I lay prone to the forces of nature,
laboring to bring the loveliness of my swollen belly
into our little world.
Time passes and our children grow,
beautiful truth of our souls.
Our tender connection bonded forever
by the fall of their footsteps,
the call of their voices,
their innocent need
of you and me to be us.
Still, life is real, work is hard,
and days grow long without seeing you.
A grind in anticipation
while I yearn for you,
waiting to duck into the hollows of your neck,
feel the strength of your shoulder
against my chest
as I curve
to the smooth muscles of your back
close my eyes and get lost
in our bond unbroken
This is my submission to OpenLinkNight Week 105. Stop by and see what they’re up to at the dVerse~ Poets Pub. A great site for all kinds of different poetry.