Shared Images and Shared Love

As I was reading a book,
For the seventh of eight time,
I pause to take a look,
As you sleepily meet the day,
(I’d stayed up all night
reading till morning light),
you come with a kiss and hug,
then scolding me for not sleeping
I smile and shrug,
And you go off creeping
To get your morning tea,
(After another kiss for me).
As I return to the book.

Sunlight was on the wall,
Streaming from the window,
As I heard your voice down the hall,
Compelling me to go,
Drawn to you voice as I am you,
I place the book on the shelf,
To see what it is you do,
And find you talking to yourself,
But no, you are talking to me,
Even when I’m not there,
You’re turned, and can’t see
As I slip into the chair.

Asking `me’ opinions of the dress,
I silently see if I answer too,
Thinking instead of a gentle caress,
As your robe slides off you
Gathering at your feet,
You turn,
Our eyes meet,
Words becomes silence,
I rise and find you in my arms,
Gone are the world, all but your kiss,
No schedule, no others, no alarms,
Times of loving, Times of passion,
Gone are the facades lost in touch,
Gone are choices, stress and tension,
Only you who I love so much;
In a hug and a kiss
You become my whole world.