You with your husbands
Waiting for your heart squeeze to stop
Your voice on phone
Is like a warm bed
Like a warm hand
When you walk in,
I take your things
And keep them on the
Dining table
How can I tell you?
That it makes me feel
Like a woman loved
That in this day’s silence,
In this afternoon’s quietude,
In this evening’s traffic jam
Among the burnt tire smell,
And the cold evening milk on the fingers,
In the smoke-filled
Streets seen through the window
In all this
An eager man
A suddenly loved man
Awaits for the heart squeeze to go on
Featured image: Head of a Capri Girl, by John Singer Sargent (1878) WikiArt.org
