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Does God give you signs?
by Angela ThomasI wrote this poem called, "A Letter to My Future Husband."
I could have called it, "Dear Ken..."
I've never drempt about having a child before in my life.
It wasn't something I could ever imagine. I dream about having
a baby girl with you. We'll name her Angel.
We hang up the phone and don't want to say goodbye,
I want to say I love you.
We kiss and kiss and kiss and I still can't breathe
when your lips are on mine. You take the breath
out of me and leave me needing you like I need air.
The sex doesn't make me scream.
It makes me moan and convulse and feel whole.
I cannot see your faults.
It's like I've been waiting twenty-one years to meet you
and now, I have to let you go. Stay, baby, stay.
Domestication has been easy for us, its natural
for our bodies to live together in one bed, one bath,
one mouth.
Unlike any other relationship I've been in,
there has been no second guessing here,
no red flags to warn me, even my toughest friends approve.
Because at the end of the day, if you're not in my bed with me,
I'm still complete and that, my dear, is what tells me that I love you.
Oh, and I do, love you. 07/25/2005 Posted on 07/25/2005
Copyright © 2024 Angela Thomas
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