What I Miss
His eyes,shining
when they catch
my gaze,
ever present
upon him;
The love
in his voice
when he laughs
at my ongoing
antics,
designed
to make him
certain
happiness has,
at last,
found him;
Feeling
his heart
hammering
in my own chest
as we hold each other
even in rest;
His hands
in my hair;
The scent of him
on the sheets,
weeping
from the hamper,
everywhere…
The sound
of my name
upon his lips;
His chest
against my back,
legs tangled
with mine,
while we sleep,
or at least
I try —
too enamoured
to miss
a single
blessed moment
of gazing upon
his sweet visage,
or the chance
to steal
"just
one
more
kiss".
Callaghan Grant
May 2, 2013
Comments (17)
That's everything a woman wants to feel...not asking for much now are we
Itchy... Breakfast in bed
nothing quiet like a man thats well able to cook
We are Men, we hunt ,slay ,drink beer and use fault language whilst watching a game... but we don`t cook and we don`t do the dishes ...
But I hate to cook! I don't even feed my SELF. (Daft.) I LOVE helping and teamwork! Do it ALL together. Go TEAM!
hope you`re doing a hell of a job ordering the food over the phone
went through a stage when i wanted to be one too
then i thought nahhh better to be a judge instead
ended up been neither but maybe thats a good thing for some
I was shot at once in four years. I nearly killed a 15 year old kid whom I turned around to see had a 9mm leveled off at me. Time slipped into slow motion and I drew my weapon and never knew it until it appeared in front of my face and I was eyeing the kid down the barrel through the sites. His eyes got BIG and I realized, "Hmmm... I should be dead and he's scared. Something wrong with this equation." So I didn't shoot. He was catatonic with fear: could not move. I walked over and took the weapon from his hands. It was a replica: a theatre prop and he was just trying to have a little fun with the deputy dog. NOT smart.
His name was Keith Coyle. I'll never forget him. For the rest of the time I was stationed at that school, every time he saw me, he said "Thanks for not killing me, CJ."
My captain and sgt were not pleased. They said "Next time, shoot." I resigned when my fiance asked me (Begging and pleading: I've little defence against it.) to do so because the burglary patrol nights were scaring him witless. "I'm scared you're not coming home!" he protested. (Couldn't abide him suffering that way.) I gave notice...
but the things we do because of love eh
some are worth it but some are not ...
hope yours was
"...I've slept a very long time
but my dreams
will not lay down
and I've awakened
strangely weary.
I long to be known
and loved
as I Am --
and I want you
to be well
and happy
because I still love you
just the way you are,
even as I leave you."
From "Swan Song"
Callaghan Grant 1995