return to sender
Hello, my darlingest –
love missile received
aimed straight for my heart –
and I want you to know
I lie here in bed
most nights –
sculpting your face into view,
a habit I’ve learned to replace you,
your letters stopped coming
Watching the news is unbearable,
when all I think of is losing
Your tenderness fades during news briefs
like poking my eye in your sleep,
but baby –
your poking elbow I miss,
and all your bad habits as well.
those azaleas bloomed!
hot pink splashed on fuchsia –
your favorite colors on me
said so yourself!
lickin’ lipstickedy luscious you purred.
Caught in a stare –
colors freeze an image –
another memory of us
out on the veranda smokin’ chicken
a la “I’ll take the potata in the back, Jack,
don’t like ’em burrrrrrned, b-a-b-y!
I feel burned
without the blanket of your love
wrapped around me tight
like roses clenched in my fist,
while our wedding guests danced round and round and
drunk on love and laughter!
that’s what I miss the most.
If I could “can” that stuff
I’d send a case or two
“for emergency only”
I wish I were there to recharge your fortitude.