The asked about my fantasies at night,
Expecting chains and leather,
ropes pulled tight.
But it was a hand written whisper
tucked in my sandwich,
have a good day and morning kisses.
Two sugars swirled in mugs,
chocolate warmed to perfection,
all mine.
When life almost took my breath,
he folded the clothes and defeated death.
Fresh linens smell like sun,
arms around me when the day is done.
No explanations, no lies,
forehead kisses and his gentle sighs.
Those threadbare socks,
our date circled in red
‘cause he remembered the day.
Matching keychains,
cliche lines and twin gold rings.
When he knows my favourite ice cream,
and which nightmares make me scream.
When he heard my voice.
When loving him has never been a choice.
When I don't have to ask,
and he holds me
when I'm falling apart.
