Christmas Lover


Rigid cold and white, a porcelain tub on four talons

Embraces her warm body as it languishes in misty

Bubbles whispering lyrics of tenderness in hot water

Streaming in a delicate dance on her pale pink toes.


Silent and alone beneath stars in a clear dark sky

Her memories keep her company

Recollections of three loving nights and days

Held in her heart now for safekeeping.


She can still feel the delicate trace of his fingertips

The soft aging skin of his body, passionate and burning,

Lips searching urgently beside the soft tunes on the radio

Their bodies stirring on cue, crying out in bliss.


Her tongue tonight, now sweetened only

By chilled Champagne in a Sippy cup.

Crystal flutes safe, high on a shelf,

His happy laughter brushes pain across her soul.


It was mere hours before that she watched him sail off

As it was the time before, and all the times before that

It feels like a hundred years ago,

Melancholy satiating her as a chocolate torte.


Their calendars on opposite ends of the planet

Will turn in the breeze a dozen spells

Before he returns to hold her again, for Christmas,

From the bed he shares with his wife.

                                                                                                                                                     KT/revised 1/16/16

2015-11-04 16.41.31

Published by WriterPaints

I write and I paint, I like to see what I can do with a camera. I hike and bike and travel. In warm weather, I swim. I'm a listener and I read. I'm a proud member of I'm lucky to have great friends, a large and beloved family. I enjoy my own company and manage to be happy most of the time. I love the outdoors.

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