Saturday, April 29, 2017

Welcome Home

the gravel crunch up the alley
and the rustle of the dogs racing to the back door
tell me you are home from work for the day

     [the old familiar leap in my chest
     the heartbeat speeding up
     my senses readying themselves
     for the taste of your soft lips
     and the smooth feel of your long brown hair]

welcome home,

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