Don’t ever put chocolate in your pocket

It was Valentine’s Day,
and he gave me a candy heart,
a chocolate-filled sweet,
with love he did impart.

And I placed that dainty morsel
in the pocket of my jeans,
the tiny tempting treasure
settled nicely in the seams.

With chocolate in my pocket,
I then went about my day,
feeling quite content
over the sentiment conveyed.

But as the day turned into night,
I realized my mistake;
that bit of chocolate in my pocket
for granted I did take.

My prize had now become
a melted memory of bliss,
forgotten in my pocket,
becoming a liquified kiss.

It reminded me of all the times
I’d let love pass through my fingers.
It seems there’s never a good way
to make deliciousness linger.

© 2021 Michelle Cook

 


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He lingers…

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He lingers nearby
On the edge of the page
The page we’re still writing
Where love continues to blossom
Unfolding ever so delicately
And he’s mesmerized
By the mind-boggling splendor
His eyes so bright
Enthusiastically consumed
With the miraculous happenings
Of what he observes
And he stays a little longer
Leaning in for a closer view
Lingering in the loveliness
Of our imperishable page
So beautifully written
Full of all the days we’ve shared
Memories of us
And the many years we’ve loved

© 2020 Michelle Cook


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How?

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How do you do it
How do you send my senses into a tizzy
My heart starts racing
And my head becomes dizzy

How is it this happens
Every time I read what you’ve written
Such simple words
And I’m completely smitten

How do you cause this
These sensations of bliss
I get lost in the thought
Of your smoldering kiss

How enraptured am I
To feel all of these emotions
Saturated by your love
Amazed by your devotion

How blessed I am
By the treasure I’ve found in you
My heart fully appeased
By a love that is true

© 2018 Michelle Cook

Day’s end

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Summer breezes graze
Each blade of grass
Whipping up the current
With a little bit of sass

The vibe it creates
Brings a surge of fun
Even as the day
Is now nearly done

The memory it leaves
Is an everlasting treasure
Moments like these
Just cannot be measured

It’s so hard to say goodbye
And yet we must go
As the sun begins to sink
Beneath its heavenly glow

© 2018 Michelle Cook