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.

[Mary]

This is so amazing and beautiful and heartfelt! My heart overflows with the grief your poem expresses, beginning with line one and ending with the end. Added to my favorites.

[DrD]

I appreciate you, Mary, and thanks for your visit

[Mary]

I must ask, is this poem based on a person in your life? If so, then you have been blessed with a very rare love, my friend.

[Eve]

I am at a loss for words with this one, this has moved a swell to a tear that these words are written in past tense, there is such beauty and reverence ...when I grow up, i'm going to love like this, Sundays truly are the most beautiful of days and there is just something so real and alive in drinking wine off cardboard boxes.

[DrD]

Yes, you will, Myth, and it will be wonderful

[Kaya]

It seems to me that no matter what focus you give your work, the passion in it leaves me amazed. Touched, emotional and overwhelmed. This poem is almost happy and then almost more heartbreaking because of it, and yet reading those final lines, how could I do anything but smile??? A fantastic write.

[DrD]

Kaya, thanks for your visit. Thanks for your kind words.

[Jon Roggie]

I like this. It feels like something I have tried to express. I will have to read more of your creations!

[stimey]

"toothpaste kisses" .. i've begun to notice your tendency to choose interesting details. very effective glue. good write.

[Allyson Wolfe]

A delicate memoir that highlights the best parts of a relationship. I love this. It was well written and your form is strong. Good write.

[Faffy]

I love the way you write. every line is just filled with subtle emotion that you build and build and im sure like everyone else who read this i could feel it and thats both a beautiful and amazing thing for a reader to actually get to feel how you feel though your words. i was always a big fan of drama i love watching and performing it and this gave me an experience that no play could give me and hat is a story i could mold around my own experiences and i could just see this playing out in my head. the detail you present us with jut makes moments like the last stanza so much more intense and beautiful. it is sad, that much is true but there is this "sugar coated" sort of "lovingness" to it ( if that makes any sense ) .its just amazing.

i take my hat off to you.

thank you so much for sharing it was a pleasure to read =)