Sometimes
I look at you
changing the tires on my car,
pushing a mower around my mother’s yard,
pruning (really badly) the trees at home,
and I think my heart will explode.
Sometimes
I listen to you
laughing riotously at a scene on TV,
playing Goldberg Variations on the piano,
snoring (very loudly) in bed at night
and I think my heart will explode
Sometimes
I touch you
entwining arms around you,
stretching onto the tips of my toes
kissing (quite passionately) whatever my lips reach
and I think my heart will explode.
.
.
There you go. That’s Diana Gabaldon’s Rule of Three happening in a poem! 🙂 What would make my heart finally explode? If he would only wear his kilt while doing any of the above! lol
Shawn L. Bird 
lovely 🙂
Thanks
Am not familiar with the rule of three, but I like the poem.
The imagery is on-point.
Thanks Derek. See the post from the day before: https://shawnbird.com/2013/05/18/sensory-sex-writing-tips-from-diana-gabaldon/
very nice! inspiring!
Thank you.
Very nice – simple and elegant!
So frequently elegance and simplicity are bed-fellows, though in my house, more likely clutter and colourful are pushing off poodles to find room on a cot. 😉
Thank you for taking the time to look over my page and “like” my poem!
I’ve been reading through your writings and I’m a fan. I enjoy how you explore beauty through the mundane (This poem being the perfect example). While reading, I noticed that you are very inspired by your relationship. Your words transport me to a time when my wife and I’s relationship was in its infancy. I also like that your boyfriend has a kilt.
Husband of 28 years, actually. 😉 Yup, he has a kilt- I just need to get him to wear it!
Wow! 28 years? You look younger than me in your profile picture and I’m 28. Congratulations on 28 years! That’s awesome.
lol The profile photo is only a year old, so thanks. I tell people that I birthed my own children before I was born myself. 😉 (The gravatar is from this month).