Go Home, Sweet Lover, Go Home To Your Wife Poem by Leria Hawkins

Go Home, Sweet Lover, Go Home To Your Wife



She is your mate, your match, your maker
Sewn up and drawn up by indelible ink
A contract worth keeping
She is a wink from across the room, a smile, a first kiss
She is savory on your tongue
A tootsie pop, cherry flavored, that lasts and lasts and lasts
Go home, sweet lover…go home to your wife
Grab hold those apron strings
And lay down on the bed of your making
Reach for her; trace the ivory pillars to her core
Drink milk from the cup of fine bone china,
Painted to ripe rose perfection and gilded by the master
She is your sterling silver; your mother's finest silk
While I am, my love, a notion that flits like moth to flame
Lashing out to seer, should you venture too close
I am the fickleness of fire, the evanescence of steam
But not her…she is solid…steadfast and cool as cucumber sandwiches
She is the epitome of completeness
Molded from the clay of order
Drilled and polished by the cloth of demand
She is the genesis of your dynasty
Bearing blood not once, but twice
Gifting you with life, perfect breathing, kicking life
A perfect set of crown jewels, carbon copies if you will
Progenies that broke through your steel cage
And left you walking with head erect, heart trembling
She walks with ivory palm outstretched to your horizon
Arms enclosing your family tree
She is willing, wanting…to bathe you, to feed you
To tuck you safe into her midnight dreams
Go home, lover…go home to her bed
I cannot offer you obedience, or patience, or perfection
I am just the demons that rage beneath your skin
The cool, dark dreams that steal your comfort
I am water…flowing, flowing, restless to the seas
I am the wind, setting forth to a new destination
But she….she is the mountain, unmoved…unspoiled
Go home, lover…you do not belong here
Your place is there, on the pinnacle
Your secrets locked inside a box
And hidden deep in the caves of consciousness
I have no claim to your treasures
Go home, lover, go home
Make peace with your resolve
Lie in the green outside your window…and never forget
Never forget…where you belong!

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