Pine wood floors hold up wooden furniture, softened with fluffy pillows.
The morning’s coffee cools in a mug on the window sill.
Seated on the couch, I read the morning paper.
Reading glasses on so I can actually see the words,
Your fingers brush my neck, twirl locks of my hair.
This is the love I long for,
Pray to God for.
Workout, read, enrich my mind for-
Only to remember that love begets love.
Broken vessels don’t hold water,
So I dig deep.
Purging myself of brokenness not just for you,
But for me.
The intimacy I long for, dream of, with you
Must begin with me.