I miss being in love

I miss being in love
the flutter of excitement at the sound of the voice, 

the touch of the hand.
I remember washing all but one pillowcase… 

he traveled with his work and I would keep his smell in the bed until he returned.

I miss the knowing looks that well loved lovers share.

“this is bullshit”

“can we go now”
“you look good enough to eat…” “we should get home”
the trust developed over time – “baby?” as you hand something to him, take something from him… cause that is how you two do.
the lust and sacred sex

turned up and turned out
where you think about that thing he did… a week later and your knees still go out from under you.
I miss being in love 

Author: pdeedixon

Woman. Mother. Lawyer. Black. RaceWoman. Womanist. Feminist. LBGTQQPIA ally. divorced

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