Mimi-Mona Romantic Poetry: Lovers Reuniting, Reuniting, Reuniting

©Lovers Reuniting, Reuniting, Reuniting

Mimi Wolske

Mimi Wolske-Mona Arizona™

September 2014

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I wake to find you curled around my heart

your fingerprints and name written across it;

unable to drown you in my morning coffee

I stumble over words to describe our nights,

our afternoons, the way you make me pant

waking me in the middle of the night

hot with desire and want, the way

I scream when you make me come

in the morning as we share our shower.

We laugh and play and strain while

you pull me close to you no matter

how far away I stray, but never with

intentions of truly getting away from you.

I'm no shoeless prophet in some vast,

desolate, empty desert and, yes, I have

walked the fertile soil and sand of

your whispers. The temptation of

the thought of your tongue sends

shivers down my spine as I continue

thinking about how, when friends

ask me about my holiday, I'll smile

and secret my memories. Nostalgia

carries me through the days and nights.

There's a picture in my mind from an old movie—

it's of lovers reuniting —I see you and me

because that's what we remain,

reuniting lovers and, while you're away,

you endure curled around my heart.

You fulfill my longing for

every inch of my skin to by kissed

by your mouth, those mobile lips.

My mind bends at the realization

you have led me to believe... that

all those years building a fortress to

keep you out were in vain. You see

my crocodile tears, the ones I

intended to hide, and you are

confident of my love and the truth

that you continue curled around my heart.

You overwhelm me with love and

thoughtfulness and long-stemmed roses

when we are together; when we are apart,

I shred the shroud of your departure

to guarantee you will return and

we may continue reuniting as lovers.