Settle

Settle

 

Settling in brings me down.

The spontaneity of dinner dates devolves into habit,

and the old dividing factors are replaced

as zeroes in our equation.

Always on the same page,

licking each others’ fingers when it’s time to turn.

Battles of the senses are common practice

in the dark,

and our semi-insistent celibacy has lasted this long.

 

My heart still pitters when I hear your voice,

patters when you put down the controller and pick up my hand.

The weight of my keys is heavier every weekend,

your back door more resistant to my grip

as I leave home once again for a bed I wish

was not my own.

 

Settling in brings me down.

But perhaps,

settling down will bring me in

for good.

 

 

Just a little thing on missing the man for the day.  Haven’t written a love poem in a long while. It’s kinda nice to write one again. ^_^