With graphs of days and nights between us
As though I’ve been keeping silent count,
That one selfie you sent–a sensual instigator
I screen-touch your eyes, this romantic fount

Triggers an image, your voice surfaces
Playfully massaging my inner ear,
You sang Sade to me with sincerity:
” . . . this may come as a surprise . . . ” I hear

Choo choo, my sweet, there’s a train a-comin’
It reminds me of the little one that could,
Should fuel run out and steam evaporate
I’d push the caboose to get to you, I would

I’m coming home for the holiday this autumn
To that longing residence of your embrace,
You may not let go at the train depot
One another’s wanting body we’ll encase

Have you missed me? Well, show and kiss me
Oh, that’s right, you don’t do the public thing,
Ah, but there’s an exception to every rule
Your neck-covered scarf I’ll gently fling

These warm hands on you like autumn anew
My, you’re more beautiful than before,
A photo simply cannot do justice
The true meaning of Thanksgiving we’ll restore

This trip to bountiful, a cornucopia of blessings
We will truly be to one another,
I’m gonna plate you, Love, and send prayers above
The burden of cooking we’ll relieve your mother:

I’ve brought a satchel of herbs and spices
We’ll do a shopper’s run for all the rest,
A free-range bird with all the fixings
Let’s put our culinary skills to the test

Tickets for the show, snow mountain we’ll go
But above all, the cuddling-by-fireside nights,
Viewing the holiday classics you love
Distracting you with ear nibbles and neck bites

Are you smiling? Well, woman, get to dialing
my number and say it’s me you sorely miss,
I’ll ask the conductor to punch it a bit more
I’m eager to begin our holiday bliss.

Are you?

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Romance lives. -Rg2

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