How your eyes penetrated mine
As I accidentally caressed your hand
Resting 3 mints
In the center of your fingers;
Caressing your silken palm, my heart
fluttering like hummingbird feeding
Over something deemed so trivial.
Still haunts my dreams;
My desire to sit you down
And prepare a glass of blueberry tea
While I perfect the temperature
Of your bubble bath.
Sit my love
Allow me to massage your shoulders
With scented wash;
Kissing your neck in circular motions
Before washing your hair.
All I yearn
Is to be there;
Jonathan M. Emerson