Coming Home To Me
You came home from work
and you pulled your hairpins out
and shook your long hair about
smelling of lilacs and biscotti
and it brought me to my knees.
You wear it well, Barista Marie.
But I still wish
you were
coming home to me.
Coming Home To Me
Written by Dr. James McSaddle Related Items: poems, things I wrote some time ago and didn't post until now, womenYou came home from work
and you pulled your hairpins out
and shook your long hair about
smelling of lilacs and biscotti
and it brought me to my knees.
You wear it well, Barista Marie.
But I still wish
you were
coming home to me.
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