in the scheme
of things
there is nothing wrong
with wanting to be loved
but no one does
yet everyone feels the same

suddenly doing the dishes
isn’t so lonely any more
finding
taking the trash out
not a chore

in the back of the mind

i love when
you call
my name
it’s like
the wind whispering
on a hot summer eve
the sun close to set
the water
calm
blue
serene
sucking me into
ecstasy
feeling
drowned
in the quenching drink
handed to

:)……. often & a lot – from the heart…………..

laugh until tears roll
let your pulse beat at a faster rate
then gently let go
of me
yet always holding
a yearn
no need to turn
the other cheek
for the wisdom sought
caught
in