Tag: love poetry

Orange

~ SW Altair ~ 4 Comments

After making love we share an orange in bed. 
Without a word, you lift a naked slice to my lips.
From your hand the scent of delight comes drifting up. 
I feel its dampness, its freshness and its ever-ness 
all at once. Outside the window, the sun sets slowly
into our mouths, and we kiss with so much fervor
to stop the color from changing in this room.

Many Years Later

~ SW Altair ~ 16 Comments

You still sit beside me as I rested after a long day, 
brushing my hair out of my face.

At dusk we go into the kitchen, 
you wash the lettuce and tell me about your day,
I laugh, forget things, and cut carrots into funny shapes.

And there are breadcrumbs and spilled wine on the tablecloth,
we still haven’t quite figured out how to be better at this,
but in the fading sunlight we are learning, God we are learning.

Before falling asleep
I look for your hand to touch mine.

Love is not difficult.
Not difficult at all.

Still

~ SW Altair ~ 7 Comments

When he kissed you slowly;
when he called you baby;
when he held your hand and
carefully traced his thumb
over the back of your hand;
when he pulled you close
and said, ‘stay, we have so much time.’

 These were the moments,
small, quiet, euphoric moments
that look liked love, felt like love,
that could almost be love.
But every night when you fell
asleep, your heart remained still;
It didn’t ache nor flutter;
It didn’t hope nor despair.  

So you know, you know, oh
you must know,
it never was love.