Hear
Familiar
footsteps
The memory
of the creaky
Floorboards at the old house
Spokes on a
bike
You, returning home from an early
morning
ride
Sunset, all
around noise
Stories
spoken late into the darkness
About dreams and love
Safety
Loud
Emptiness
Echoes of childhood laughter
as you
Chop your
nightly vegetables
Continents
creak and drift apart
Love stretches and yawns
Bringing
cavernous expanses into bridged futures
Smell
My Mother
smells of pepperoni pizza
Not the
cheese or the sauce
The sharp
yet comforting aroma of the pepperoni
My Mother
smells of pepperoni
The spiced
comfort of her laughter
Unique and
familiar even after all this time
My Mother
smells of pepperoni pizza
As I walk
into her house and into her arms
I am sharply
reminded of love
My Mother
smells of pepperoni
The perfect
topping on a pizza
Warm, kind
and fierce
Touch
It’s the
little light brushes
The brief
hand on their shoulder
as you
pass to go out the door
The
unconscious seeking of comfort that only they bring
His fingers
finding my knee as we sit, reading
Tapping out
the rhythm of a song he is playing in his world
Its curling
up next to him, head on his chest
Hearing the
rhythm of his heart yet feeling it
Deeply
intertwined within our bloodstream
Like
musical notes our silences are connected
Our worlds
orbiting each other in harmony
His hand
reaches out for mine
A simple
gesture, yet, my soul reaches back
Through my
fingertips
Sight
As words
turn into stories
My eyes are
the doorway from life to memory
Moments to
tales that wind through the staircases of my mind
A picture
frozen on my
eyelids
A face I
used to know
My face
Moments of
glazed reality
Staring,
fear
Disassociative
sight
Spectatoring
my life from ill-fitting shoes
Taste
Velvet butter rolling over my tongue
Heat enveloping my mouth with earthy texture
My taste buds usually asleep
Awaken at the addictive moisture
Pleasure sensors
Sweet, savoury, salty
Lips close on secluded moments
