Thursday, September 28, 2006

You Remind Me

I walk downstairs in nothing but your T-shirt,
the smell of you is faintly on my skin.
You are long into your oblivion,
but I can't sleep and go where you are.
So, I am down here wrapped up in a blanket,
while the wind is howling and the crisp leaves
dance in the entrance of Fall.
Earlier, you listened to the words that came from
my hearts cry and you held me, engulfed my
small frame into your big arms.
Your chest became a haven for my cheek and the smell
of you filled my lungs and dissipated into my bones.
"I feel like a child" I said.
You reminded me of who I am, the woman who resides
in the center of my chest and there
your finger rested.

8 Comments:

Blogger red sun said...

what a touching poem!
i can feel what you feel
smell what you smell
am familiar with my own man
through the intimacy of your words.
so comforting :-)

7:47 AM  
Blogger la vie en rose said...

this is so beautiful and the pic you chose to go with it really does say a lot too...there are certain articles of clothing that anytime i see them remind me of that person immediately.

1:19 PM  
Blogger Shaz said...

You write so beautifully and as you have already read its oh so relevent to us all.
Smells are amazing
But how you express those smells
Even better.

4:16 PM  
Blogger brittany said...

this is so beautiful!

xoxoxo

5:54 PM  
Blogger Alexandra G said...

So moving, what a blessing of a relationship you two clearly share. I find this poem inspiring and reassuring to know such love is still alive and kicking in the world, as I deeply miss the warm arms of someone to love and welcome home at the end of the day. On a separate note, hope your father is continuing to heal and recover. My prayers and thoughts are with you.

9:46 PM  
Blogger Turquoise CRO said...

We are children, especially when one of our parent's are sick, it takes us back, back to them, some part reaching out for the past, remembering and living in the presense and giving back ourselves to them when they need it the most! Sweet Dreams Sweet Darlene! xo Give that man of yours a big bear hug for me, I'm sooo Glad he is there for YOU!

10:14 PM  
Blogger bb said...

is this what you crept downstairs in the middle of the night to write? mmmm , you must have dreamy dawns in California... great poem :-)

10:27 AM  
Blogger Bohemian Girl said...

i've been wrapped up in this blanket as well. it is so warm and cuddly and smells yummy scents of you.

this was beautifully written.

xoxo

2:20 PM  

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