In between the tasks at hand,
like cleaning house, washing clothes,
baking cookies, shaving legs,
and putting color on my toes,
setting up the mood music,
softening up my hair,
enhancing my look of love
with a shadow called 'Stormy Stare',
I think about your arrival home
after two and a half weeks,
and how I love this marriage
with its lows and peaks.

I am ready for a winter night,
candles lit, blanket spread out
for a slow massage full of kisses
to remind you what my love's about.

I do love missing you.
I love the anticipation.
The time we spend apart
makes for one heck of a
grand summation
upon our awaited consolidation.