Degrees

I miss what matters most

That inner known closeness

The type that dispels: alone

.

Sweet kisses of affection

Energetic filled conversations

Riddled with sound laughter

.

Breathless gazes from afar

As ones heart pitter-patters

Throughout a closed universe

.

Tucked random notes of love

Found where their lest expected

Sometimes- even years later

.

Those secret whispered messages

Blushing red into ones cheeks

Amongst a most clueless public

.

Memorabilia of those moments

Where that love has fully lived

During unscheduled vacations

.

Physical lingering fulfillment

After morning lovemaking

And tears of joy fell, silently

.

Long strolls in shallow waters

Childish play in fallen snow

Or waltzing in afternoon rain

.

Being three am chefs cooking for

The weekend breakfast in bed

Feeding each other concoctions

.

Gifting bouquets of fresh flowers

Because flowers always matter

To someone who always matters

.

Having loves silent communication

By simply sitting and holding hands

Because that’s… how love matters

.

Poet of the Light © 2020