Life was forever bliss
under that strawberry sky.
Intertwined, we remained,
just you and I.
Caught up in imaginings
only we could see.
Keeping each other’s secrets
and running free.
Making love on that sandy,
secluded shore.
Every delicious desire
was ours to explore.
© 2021 Michelle Cook
Photo credit: https://pixabay.com/photos/indonesia-islands-landscape-sea-5172119/
When I couldn’t be there
to lose myself in you,
I knew my favorite song
would have to do.
Sometimes I’d let the words
rush over my skin,
remembering all the places
where we’d once been.
There were countless nights
I could only imagine you here,
and losing you in my life
was my greatest fear.
So I’d take solace
in my favorite song,
hopeful that the words
would carry me along.
Filled with a melody
so I could hold you in my heart,
I believed in earnest
that we’d never part.
© 2021 Michelle Cook
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As summer turns to fall,
I find I’m missing you.
Your face I can hardly recall,
yet still, I’m missing you.
And when summer at last returns,
I’ll be lost in all my usual concerns,
but once again missing you,
when that first leaf falls.
© 2021 Michelle Cook
Photo credit: https://pixabay.com/photos/maple-leaves-maple-leaves-autumn-690233/
We can sum up our feelings
with those three little words,
but it’s the longing beneath them
that always moves me to tears.
I notice every endearing detail
in everything you say,
and it makes my heart beat
in an entirely different way.
The tone of your devoted words
leaves me dancing to their tune,
and I’m in love all over again
as morning fades to afternoon.
© 2021 Michelle Cook
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Daily prompt 3, courtesy of my hubby: Morning messages
He’s been thinking
about that one girl,
that pretty little gal
he used to know.
She’d pour his drinks
n work out his kinks
because she loved him so.
Her name was plain ol Mabel,
though, to most,
she was just a fable.
But good boy Johnny,
more skinny than brawny,
he’s never forgotten those eyes.
Once Mabel got started,
there was no departin;
he’d just get lost
in those long-legged thighs.
She was that one girl,
the one who made his head swirl,
always full of surprise.
© 2021 Michelle Cook
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Poetry prompt: I’ve sort of been in a slump lately when it comes to writing and decided to ask my hubby to start giving me daily prompts. This is day 2… Road radio blues.
Her Writing Haven 