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.

[Mia]

"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”"
I love those lines.
This poem is beautiful Doc. It’s also sad…sadder because it’s so beautiful (if that makes sense). You’re left with such wonderful memories. If only memories were enough!
“Because it was Sunday, and you loved Sundays.”
That line was a great way to finish and was the final bullet to my heart. The ‘was’ is so poignant!

[Ravyne Hawke]

Beautiful memories of the past. So carefree and simple, life not yet complicated. I have so many memories of days like these.. when I hadn't two dimes to rub between my fingers and yet felt on top of the world because I had someone who complimented and completed me. Just simply window shopping was a fantastic event... walking, holding hands, laughing. Thank you for bringing such memories back to me.

[Ed Fagan]

This is this feeling that haunts me. It's uncanny ... this is how I know we as humans are so connected. Sad write for me my freind.