Love

Early light-warming news about the fuel increase plays softly while you peruse the local newspaper. The palate enjoys a taste of cherries, berries and plums through the elegance of Pinotage. I’m in an apron undraped. The sunbeams pierce the lounge, embellishing your strong arms and your chiselled chest. Even with your strength, your touch feels warm, passionate, encouraging and reassuring. You glance over my shoulder. I feel a tickling sensation on my neck. I turn around and meet your parted lips, passionately tangling with mine. I taste tobacco, smoke, leather, and subtle hints of liquorice on my tongue. The rich and full-bodied flavour settles. I feel my head tilt backwards. Your hand curls around my neck, pressing and closing while you choke me, but only to tease. You amble back to the couch, and I follow. The intent in your arms as they drape around my shoulder is warm. My eyes droop shut. The stars come out to play. The crickets engage in a joyous song. The warm embrace and the serenity of my sleep affirm the love that we keep. You, a home I’ve created. 

~Shantey Moabelo