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Ellen Stewert Apr 2014
I turn and there you are
you're on the bed with the guitar in your lap
you gesture me over
and I lay next to you

I watch you pick each string delicately
each string moves slowly
yet you strum them quickly

you play a sweet song that ****** a smile on my face
I fall into a trance
I'm under your spell
my eyes are closed and I'm soothed

I feel your lips against mine
and those hands against me

You touch me so gently
so softly you wouldn't know the work on them
the callouses disappear
the scars fade
they feel like home

His hands know the old strings
His hands know work
and his hands know me
Ellen Stewert Apr 2014
It's the same all the time:
You go to the table you pick up the glasses and trash
You throw away the garbage and dump out the ***** glasses
You push the glasses on the scrubber and twist them and turn them until there is no dirt
You rinse off the soap and then you put them in the scalding hot blue chemical water and stack them in twos

You start again but this time you do two at a time and you scrub
You push two on the scrubber you twist and you turn them and get all their stains off
you rinse away the cleaner and drown them in sanitizer and stack them next to glasses the same

You finally reach that last glass with cream and grime to the brim
You go to scrub this glass and push it onto the scrubber

As you scrub the water is turning milky white and brown
you keep scrubbing but it won't get clean
maybe it needs a rinse
you hurridly put it in the second bath of water but that only gets it *****
maybe if you sanitize it, it may finally be clean
you put the crusted glass in the blue water and your hands burn and bleed
you turn away to nurse your hands but there's one problem.




*the glass isn't clean
it won't be cleaned
it's broken now because I tried to fix it
Ellen Stewert Apr 2014
You click on the keys
Even though I sit here right next to you, looking deep into you face
     I look into your skin
     The way the light is hitting your pours
     The way your eyes reflect the green trees outside, your double-paned
     window
You entrance me with your smile
     but you will make me feel bland when you don't look my
      way
I wonder to myself
Do you know?
DO you know that I want you're attention?
I know you enjoy just sitting together and looking at games, but I crave you're attention
I DON'T WANT TO BE IGNORED




.....Then you pull away from the screen
you take your hand
you brush my hair over my ear
you caress my face with both hands
you lightly kiss me
you hold me in that perfect spot in your neck
you silently pet my hair (I can hear you breathe in my smell)
......Then you whisper in my ear that you love me
and sometimes that's just all I need
Ellen Stewert Apr 2014
We are so similar and close people can mistake us for one another
but you and I are different
we are too different
we are separate but,
we are close
but however you're my best friend
you do things that I don't understand and you make me so angry
you do things that make me smile and I don't understand why
we are too "the same"
we are together
we are close
.....you're my sister: I love you

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