Evening

I am brushing butter and garlic across slices of bakery bread,
but also resting my cheek in the crook of your arm
a thousand miles from here.

There is steam from a green ceramic pot
in my kitchen with sunflower fields in ruffles at the windows,
but there is also your skin as warm as a sunned quilt.

I am leaning for your lips like a willow over water,
but also standing on Italian tile
with a plate forgotten in my hand like a dove from a distant dream.
_____

for Sunday Muse # 90.

Comments

Sherry Blue Sky said…
AAAGGGGGHHHHHH! So perfect in mood, in resonance, that it actually hurts. Wow. This one and yesterday's follow a theme of reverie that is most beautiful. I could read a BOOK of these with such delight.
Carrie Van Horn said…
Those are the kind of day dreams that do take us far far away. This is amazingly beautiful Shay! I want another book of your prompt poems too!! "I am leaning for your lips like a willow over water"....wow, I love the comparisons of where your heart and mind are and where you stand....so perfect for the arctic fox eyes. Saying I love this is just an understatement! I adore it!!! (We both somehow ended up with doves in our poem....I thought that was cool.) :-)
said…
Holy moly, this is incredible! Wowsie. I am in awe.
Kerry O'Connor said…
Memories have a habit of creeping up on a person while they are fulfilling the mundane duties of life. I resonate totally with this scenario filled with warm sunflowers, streams and a loving touch.
Sumana Roy said…
Love all the beautiful images of warmth.
hedgewitch said…
Another one of those deeply feeling love poems that you write so well, Shay. Here love is the shadow cast by every a action,reflected by every object. Both warmth and longing haunt every room of this house, not ghosts so much as pure spirits of the heart. Just beautiful writing.
C. Sandlin said…
Blown away by the balance in this poem, every image warm and well-drawn. It's one to linger over.
Truedessa said…
Memories seem to sneak up when we least expect them and then we drift into another time and place.
tonispencer said…
The longing in this poem is so palpable, it hurts. All the mundane things of daily life creeps up on us reminding us of what we have lost.
brudberg said…
"I am leaning for your lips like a willow over water", so filled with desire and longing... this is how love poems should be versed
Sioux Roslawski said…
Shay--I know many have said it before, but nobody writes a love poem as achingly good as you do.
Susan said…
You are the fox, you are the dreamer!
Mary said…
I am picturing a very warm kitchen - filled with wonderful food and lovely memories and dreams.
Mama Zen said…
First line, third stanza - perfection.
Susie Clevenger said…
This so moving. The images of living the everyday, doing what it requires yet reaching toward a dream as the yearning demands plucks at my heart strings. So beautiful Shay
Susie Clevenger said…
I'm not sure my comment posted so I'm trying again. I love this poem. It takes the everyday motion we live in and pairs it with the dream reach of yearning. I can see and feel with your words. So beautiful
This is haunting, Shay. Memories bring more memories.
Margaret said…
Stunningly beautiful - so wish I'd written this!
Margaret said…
I think I commented, but just in case... This may be a new favorite. It is gorgeous and I wish I'd written it.
Mama Zen said…
Beautiful and so very real. We've all done this, haven't we?
Helen said…
I see me ... not consistently mind you ... like the tarnished bell unable to ring. I love your poem.

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