Dinner Time

Since you came

I haven’t needed another-

closed all the shops in my heart

no more tourist- a lonley lurker looking for their old room;

just a mansion

for you.

Candles and sweets

I never want you to leave

I’ve never felt so full:

full on filling conversations

dining on our connection

resting on our full bellies-

looking up at our ceiling

counting the wrinkles on our palms,

your hands are so soft I fall asleep in this dream.

I wake to your voice

sleep to it

and crave it like the next meal.