Don't sleep.
Not yet.
Did you like dinner?
It was simple,
made from ordinary things.
A little pasta, sauce, and spice.
I brushed garlic on the bread.
I felt your eyes
and the warmth from the oven.
Relax.
Lace our fingers.
Stay.
_______
for this.
someone once played this song, "Dreams", for me and told me I had a "totally amazing mind." But as another song by another singer has said, I'm just another silly girl.
This is so softly inviting. I LOVE your title. And I can't decide now if I am starving, or just want to snuggle. ;)
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ReplyDeleteA romantic reverie. So beautiful.
Pasta, hugs and "stay." Invitations dont get much better. Nor poems.
ReplyDeleteThe title, the first three lines and the line "Lace our fingers" especially make my mouth gape open.
ReplyDeleteThe time between a simple dinner and dreams is for lacing fingers and relaxing.
ReplyDeletei really like this Stay.
ReplyDeleteFrom one silly girl to another, I just loved this poem. And its incredibly elusive title.
ReplyDeleteVery simple, and like life, when simple is this sweet, there is nothing to compare. The title is masterly, and the whole thing just everything a poem should be as a capture of our deepest and simplest needs.
ReplyDeleteThis poem is perfection!
ReplyDeleteI love your words, they made me feel warm and happy and made me smile.
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]
You hit the mark with this dreamy piece.
ReplyDeletePasta, hugs and "stay." Invitations dont get much better. Nor poems.
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