rested

Felicity

but i'm itchy and anxious
to find out about
everything
knockknock let me in
i'm freezing out here
i can see the hearth
glowing warm
see you making tea
and your gaze
upon the photographs
you touch your finger
to your lips
close your eyes
lean back
recalling a scent
you settle in
open a book
but your eyes drift again
from the pages
to think of hands and mouths
and looks of passion
and sounds of bodies
and small words
in the night
soft as a sigh
would that we could
we could
we will
suddenly you look
towards the door
you finally heard me
i am real, my love
i am yours
you rise to open
the latch of doubt
and welcome me
home

Sound

Beautiful

very hemingway
way



i pictured it all

feels nice