Monday Afternoon

On an overcast Monday afternoon,

After a tropical rain made a few cars turn into heavy traffic,

After me putting lipstick on in your driveway,

And spraying the last drops of perfume,

Your lips are already on my neck before I’ve had the chance to say hello,

My hands slip down into your palms,

I begin to write poems in your ear,

You banter with me because that is our talk,

I smile in sentences and answer back in rhyme,

I’ve missed you.

Copyright © 2012 Nichelle Calhoun