In a whisper of want <br />You arrive <br />Smelling of summertime <br />And a well oiled baseball mit <br />Apologetic for appearing too thin <br />And hungry for leftover affection <br />To fatten you up <br /> <br />We like to talk in dimly lit rooms <br />Where faults cast little shadows <br />Safely snuggled in giggles <br />And good songs from the seventies <br /> <br />You love the smell of berries <br />And oranges <br />I love that you love my dog <br /> <br />What is missing is nothing <br />Everything is cleared away <br />Like a skilled secretary filing <br />Menial memos <br />Rearranging the scheduled appointments <br />As to allot you time <br />Anytime <br /> <br />We are kind to our friendship <br />It suits us well <br />Warm in the tender truth <br />That we share no lies <br />And are calmed by midnight skies <br /> <br />I wish I knew how to play the mandolin <br />I'd gladly strum you to sleep <br />For now I smile the smile <br />That is meant for only you <br />And blow a kiss on the mandolin wind<br /><br />Susan Lacovara<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mandolin-wind/
