Clinging to you

We sat by the garden gate
entranced by the late afternoon’s
shade that has hidden us from the
two worlds we inhabit when as one.
Finding us with reality or fantasy
undistinguishable from the other.
Your kisses trigger new passions
that found themselves lost
in the undergrowth of this
manicured garden we sit within.
Of these vines that grow and
hang on to these rock walls
I cling to you holding you
where we sit unable to leave you
even one more time.

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A bowl of You

I made leek soup because
I didn’t know what else to
do to occupy my mind.
I had kissed you good bye
until when you return to me
and I will hold you again.

I chopped the leafy plant and
with every cut of the knife a
tear fell to the cutting board.
My hands missed the softness
of your cheek and neck and
once I even tried to lie to myself
about the soft center of that leek
being as tender as your skin
an hour ago when we traded
I love you’s.

Why would I do such a foolish thing
trying to trade that last touch of you
for something as simple as food.
Forgive me for such a waste of time
when all I wanted was a bowl of you
before I go to bed.

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