Welcome Home To My Lovie

Today I’ve got to write about how happy I am. Not only has returned to my life a major inspiration for my writing, but the one who I hope that I in turn inspire. Did I say that right? My lovie has returned from the sea. He has been gone for 7 months. In the nearly 8 years together, both of us in the military, this is the longest that we have ever been apart.

I was very happy to see him again.
It was like looking into the face of an angel that you had somehow forgotten was there.
Kissing him was like tasting something sweet when you’d been eating something bitter for too long.
Holding him was like living again when all that you can remember is surviving.
And hearing his voice was like hearing Bach after a decade of Soulja Boy.

There, are you happy? I wrote poetry. I rarely write poetry. It’s not me. But if I get the right inspiration (in this case, to be honest, is an hour or so of good ole welcome back after being gone for 7 months fun [trying to keep this PG]). But it’s still not my cup of tea. I like to throw in something silly, unexpected or whatever when I write poetry. Otherwise, it get’s too corny.