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A Poem by DrD

It is Sunday, no reason to leave the bed

I pull the blanket about my shoulders

And stare at the ceiling

You loved Sundays and came to me

With toothpaste kisses and

Warmed your feet against mine

You loved putting your head on my shoulder

And suggesting things we could do

Museums and shows, exhibits and parks

There was no limit because it was Sunday

And you loved Sundays


There were days when your eyes were soft

Saying “Love me or I’ll die”

And days when passion clawed with your eyes

Saying “Love me or I’ll kill you”

And from the bed I can see the flowers

You planted on the balcony and almost feel

Your fingertips coursing my cheek

In seductions so subtle my mind could not

Understand the message of my body

And you would finish with trembling breath

Before surrendering to soft, embarrassed giggles


Hands fitted into each others, we would walk

Pausing only for an expresso at Dario’s

And a while to lean on the railing of the bridge

To watch the dark mystery of the canal moving upon itself

We would lie in the tall grass and watch fireflies

Dance against the tent of night

Then race madly to catch the last train home

Where we would eat bread and cheese

And drink cheap wine on the table we made from boxes

And life was young, alive and beautiful

Because it was Sunday, and you loved Sundays.

© 2012 DrD

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Oh how beautiful. You lucky man to have experienced this - it escapes so many and often times we don't appreciate it until too late.... It speaks of a man who loves his woman the way she is - complex and contradictory, rather than trying to mould her into an image that makes love "safe".

Posted 5 Years Ago

1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


5 Years Ago

Karina, thanks for yur visit and your insights. It was the best and worst of times.


wonderful poetry can be hard to find on here, this piece shines like a beacon for others to follow

Posted 1 Year Ago

You are a good poet. This is a good poem.

Posted 1 Year Ago

How beautiful. It really shows not only your love but compassion for the women as well. Sharing moments of love, laughs, terror and sadness are all part of being in love. We tend to take the small for granted but they are really the best ones to hold onto. Great read

Posted 2 Years Ago


2 Years Ago

I appreciate your visit and kind words.
It is simply beautiful. I believe, in poetry, true love is very very difficult to potray. I think this poem managed to do that, and that is saying something. I wanted to pick a sentence or a phrase and say that I like this one, but im unable to pick which is the best. So I would say I LOVE the whole poem. The words, phrases, sentences, all fit together so well, as if all the words were meant to be arranged this way. Sundays truly are beautiful.:))

Posted 3 Years Ago


3 Years Ago

I'm gladx you liked Sundays. I'm honored that you visited and left such kind words behind.
I love that you paint grace in the ordinary. That small yet full moments were not lost to the pell mell of your experience. ....this almost has a Daoism to it-simple and honest in its joyful lament.

Posted 3 Years Ago


3 Years Ago

Thanks again and I am honored by your visit.
This is poetry I could wrap myself up've left me in awe, Dave!

My best,

Posted 3 Years Ago


3 Years Ago

You are always welcome here and I'll leave the light on. Thanks again.
Kelly Scheppers

3 Years Ago

You are most welcome! This is the kind of poetry I read with a good cup of coffee...thank you!
No complicate metaphors to confuse or twist the mood. Just sweet simple SIMPLICITY. A favorite for sure. Love was never meant to be fancy and over-the-top. Some times less is more. Enjoy the quiet pleasures in life, and to have somebody to share it with is the real blessing.

Posted 3 Years Ago


3 Years Ago

It was kind of you to visit here and I hope you will return. Until then, thanks for being here.
+she plays with matches+

3 Years Ago

Well you have a new fan, I just subscribed.

3 Years Ago

You're most kind and deeply appreciated.
Shot through with melancholy. My favourite sentiment. Sundays get you like that.

Posted 3 Years Ago


3 Years Ago

Yes, that's how they are for me. Had to tell about it. Thanks for being here.
It is memories such as these that we hold close to our heart - Times that make all the challenges of life of love worth every moment. You have touched my heart with the beauty of your words. This is a poem I will read again and again.

:) Julie

Posted 3 Years Ago


3 Years Ago

You are most kind and I truly appreciate your visit. I hope you will return just as I will in revie.. read more
All the beautiful moments of your life are stored in these tenderness words. I adore this poem!

Posted 3 Years Ago


3 Years Ago

Thank you, Stephen. I truly appreciate your visit here.

3 Years Ago

My pleasure, DrD. I simply adore this write and believe me, If I truly say then yeah .. it`s a poem .. read more

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Added on October 28, 2012
Last Updated on October 28, 2012



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