The Fifties

A Poem by Alexandra

Coming home to you
Lay all the papers on the floor
Envelop me in your embrace
Tell me this is doable
Let me get back on my two feet
Rest your hands on my body
Make tea
Filled with honey
I think you want to say it
I just don’t know if it’s what you want to do
I’m sorry if I keep asking what you’re thinking
I keep a file just for your thoughts
So when I’m alone
I’ll pull the memory from my library
You bring context to this dull lifestyle
I’ll lay in bed with you
But you’ll envelop me in all ways every interval
You’ll kiss this forehead
And I’ll wake up from the nightmare
And you’ll be there to rest my head on your chest
How did I deserve this & you
You & I
This is where it begins
In a full size bed in Linden, NJ
At 3:00 AM