Between Cheek and Shoulder

Came to mind while hugging my love after a hectic day

I’m used to finding home between concrete walls

And tin roofs

I knew home under the wide stretch of almond trees

The inferno of the equatorial afternoon sun

And the smell of roasting corn in the air

the darkness of a light-off

and the weight of the moon

like a silver curtain over the rolling landscape

the scent of my mother’s entoma

her perfume filling the air upon her return

the rose red of her lipstain

the sound of my father’s leather shoes,

I never thought to consider

That I would one day find home

Somewhere between the scruff of your left cheek

And the curve of your shoulders

The warmth of skin pressing skin

And the scent of sweat and unwashed hair. 

Author's Note

entoma = cloth

Reviews

[Dhaye]

Thanks for "word for the day" entoma. Haha. I've learned a new word.

This is really a wonderful piece. Something that touches one's heart. It's nice that after a busy day, you find peace and joy with someone you love...in between the cheek and shoulder.
Good work!

[MiriamMB]

You are very welcome for the word of the day. I'm glad you enjoyed it and thank you for your kind words :-)

[Lonnie Paul Johnson]

Nice poem, I like the details. Please forgive me is the poem talking about a piece of clothing? Sometime reading poem I am a little slow of getting the meaning, it might hit me hour later making me say "OOOH that what she mean."

Good poem!

[justAlanna]

Beautifully crafted and painted with detail. It tells it's story in such a wonderful fashion.

[James Paulin]

You have a gift of storytelling with the brushstrokes of an impressionist. Well done!