Sundays

It is Sunday, no reason to leave the bed

I pull the blanket about my shoulders

And stare at the ceiling

You loved Sundays and came to me

With toothpaste kisses and

Warmed your feet against mine

You loved putting your head on my shoulder

And suggesting things we could do

Museums and shows, exhibits and parks

There was no limit because it was Sunday

And you loved Sundays

 

There were days when your eyes were soft

Saying “Love me or I’ll die”

And days when passion clawed with your eyes

Saying “Love me or I’ll kill you”

And from the bed I can see the flowers

You planted on the balcony and almost feel

Your fingertips coursing my cheek

In seductions so subtle my mind could not

Understand the message of my body

And you would finish with trembling breath

Before surrendering to soft, embarrassed giggles

 

Hands fitted into each others, we would walk

Pausing only for an expresso at Dario’s

And a while to lean on the railing of the bridge

To watch the dark mystery of the canal moving upon itself

We would lie in the tall grass and watch fireflies

Dance against the tent of night

Then race madly to catch the last train home

Where we would eat bread and cheese

And drink cheap wine on the table we made from boxes

And life was young, alive and beautiful

Because it was Sunday, and you loved Sundays.

Reviews

[KarinaT]

Oh how beautiful. You lucky man to have experienced this - it escapes so many and often times we don't appreciate it until too late.... It speaks of a man who loves his woman the way she is - complex and contradictory, rather than trying to mould her into an image that makes love "safe".

[DrD]

Karina, thanks for yur visit and your insights. It was the best and worst of times.

[Tena Luvs]

How beautiful this is. I love Sundays.

[DrD]

Thank you. I truly appreciate yur visit.

[Bright Ocean Star]

David, this is beautiful. Your heart shines through in this so strongly. Thank you for sharing this piece with us. It is obvious that you shared a beautiful love with this woman...your wife, no doubt. Be well. :)

[DrD]

Thank you, BOS, you always say such kind things.

[Bright Ocean Star]

You are more than welcome. Anytime.

[Kristina Moulaison]

Oh geez...this is amazing, lovely! You have made this story come alive and I adore the ending. "Because it was Sunday, and you loved Sundays." It is one that will stay with me. I am horrible so far at this kind of writing, so romantic and present, incredibly charming. I don't usually like poetry about love but you are very good at it.

[DrD]

I was told long ago to write about what I know best. This is it. I'm glad you came by and took the time to read. Thank you for all.

[Kristina Moulaison]

That makes sense. I'm not sure why it isn't true of me. It seems too close. Like in All Things Beautiful "I cannot put you into rhyme, You would refuse to go there". And yet you did. Perhaps I will try. It just always sounds so silly to my ears.

[Beccy]

How lovely. If this were a dream I would never want to awake

[DrD]

Thank you, Beccy. Not a dream, true story.

[Bowers]

Wow, such a great write, portraying a love filled relationships, but it almost gave me a feeling this this girl was no longer part of this relationship, gave a sad image to go along with the love... great job :)

[DrD]

Thank you so much, Becky. I'm glad you liked this and I appreciate your visit.

[Bowers]

your totally welcome! :D

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

You are graceful in word and obviously in tune with your soul. You have the intuitive eye of a lover that really pays attention to the big things, the little things, and all the nuances in between. This display of remembrance is palpable in its bittersweetness.

[DrD]

Thanks, Linda. I had a great teacher.

[David Scott]

Thank you for sharing these perfect memories David.
Honestly, you pen a devoted love I admire.
Simply beautiful. You touch my heart with every poem about your true love.

[DrD]

Thank you, David. I always appreciate your visits.

[Lydia Shutter]

Your poetry finds its way into my soul every time. The melancholy bittersweetness is overwhelming. To have had a love like this is to have lived life to the fullest....to have shared all the simple pleasures of life and to know your partner wanted to be with only you. May memories help you get through the days.....your words are stunningly poignnat. Lydi**

[DrD]

I so appreciate you visiting me, Lydi. I really do. I am also very pleased that you like my work and recognize its source.

[Frieda P]

You own my tears right now DrD, this is such an exquisite, heartfelt piece of you leaked out into your pen. Thank you for this wonderful glimpse of true love.

[DrD]

And thank you for dropping by. I'm always glad to see you and truly appreciate your kind comments.