I whisper dreamlike fantasies

Into the warm spot on your neck,

And drizzle honey poetry

Over your expectant tongue.

I’ve been waiting for you

(Wrapped around your bedpost),

Counting down the days in fading lipstick.

Fingertip to fingertip

(A playful sultry union)

I count each new sparkle in your eyes.

Your smile is a falling feather

That I chase between the sheets.

You are spring,

New again,

And I am the frost, come to kiss your rosebuds

With blue lips

(The lake froze over without you).

Happiness rains on us

And colours us in (outside the lines –

We spill into each other).

I spell out home on your neck

As it hums.

Aren’t you glad to be back?