I remember the smell,
Like old wood and
Lake water
Somehow found itself
Mixed into some sea
Of sheets,
And I remember
Waking up,
Entangled and drowning
In an ocean of
Unfamiliar bedspreads
As you climbed into
The morning soaked
Bed with me.
Your skin soft
And vanilla
And brushing lightly
Against the hairs on my arm
That you made stand up tall,
Kissing me awake
As I pushed your auburn
Strands of fire
Hair whispering in a
Tickle against my ear.
The way your hand
Rested with possession on my chest
And tapped some forgotten tune
As we waited
For afternoon to
Beckon us downstairs,
The steady hum of
The shore catching
The waves of the
Lake shimmering green
In the summer heat
At the wooden base
Of our cabin outside.
And I remember
Our collective shut of eyes,
Resting our foreheads together
As our hands journeyed
To reach one another's
Beneath the home in the sheets
We wished to never leave.
That was two years
And a love and a half ago,
So now I long
For nothing more
Than these summer mornings
To wake up not so lonesome
anymore.