Red O'Mara Poems

One day, perhaps if I could spend the night,
I would stack your hearth with firewood,
and we could sit together, on your couch.
You, your feet tucked under you
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She isn't beautiful as Nefertiti was.
And, unlike Helen,
her face will never launch a thousand ships.
No, her beauty is more open, than entrancing
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She moves to kiss me from above,
her body over mine,
moves to brush back her hair,
to keep it from my face when,
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I love the look that's in your eyes
when we're lying close together.
Gentle warmth with a hint of smile
telling me you love me,
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Do you remember how we used to be?
It was only such a little while ago,
that we were in love.
We wrote and said and did, too much to doubt our feelings.
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She likes to cook.
Often, it seems.
Often, and perhaps too much.
Like all good cooks,
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It seems to me my life,
since a time not very long ago,
has somehow been restored.
That again my world is bathed in light
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I enjoy my time alone,
when missing you.
Missing you while fondling
sweet memories of you,
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It was only yesterday
I saw you, held you, loved you.
Barely twenty four hours spent
and still five long days until
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I've missed you.
All these days we've been apart I've missed you.
I've longed to see you smile, hear your laugh,
to hold you, caress you.
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