Love languages

 

Love languages

Empty milk cartons congregate on the surface of a marble kitchen counter,

Each one delicately emptied into cups of Earl Grey tea,

Changing the dark liquid's colour from a deep sepia to a soft bronze.

The ceramic mugs passed from one hand to another, as if it were a secret, only for them to share.

Warmth transferred through acts of service

 

Disks scratched by the sides of  a small cd player

That sits comfortably in the corner of the living room floor,

Where bodies danced and screamed with a microphone-hairbrush in hand,

Or slow danced like dust in beams of light arriving through the gaps in the curtains.

Traveling through space and quality time.

 

Silently, a plastic chew toy lies under a wooden table, Hiding from a great beast.

Without warning a hand reaches into its shelter,

And grabs the plaything as it squeaks in protest.

The toy is then tossed, tumbling towards the creature,

Wagging its tail as it catches the gift in its mouth.

 

A used plaster is stuck to the carpet,

Protruding from the ground like the roots of a tree,

Reminiscing a time its body was lovingly placed over scraped knee.

It watched as tears were kissed off of rosy cheeks,

How pain could subdue to simple touch.

 

A yellowed note is attached to the front of a refrigerator,

Which was only meant to be read a single time as clumsy footsteps headed out the door.

Now each time it is noticed, lips rise at the corners and a pair of eyes glow golden,

The smile not as wide and light not as bright as the first time,

Yet the universe becomes slightly more saturated at these words of affirmation.

 

 

 

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