Lone Reader


We dance without touching.
He cooks and I clean.

We smile through dinner.
A cozy home scene.

He kisses my cheek
In a jovial goodbye.

I sigh in relief
As he pulls out the drive.

I prepare my body,
My mind, and my space

With sweet scented candles
And chilled wine by my place.

A flick of the lights
Soothes the chaos inside

As I settle my macbook
Comfortably alongside

The refreshing white riesling
In the peace of the dark

On the couch in the silence
On a story, I embark!

These men, they whisper
They shout, and they moan.

Telling stories of love,
Laughter, heartache and home.

Love comes in all shapes
And all size and some

Even love in the strangest of ways,
Simply coming undone.

But no matter the conception
The manifest is the same.

Love pours from their hearts
To bathe their lover, no game.

Originally posted at Joy Reflected, 6/22/2010

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