Doing the Dishes

Mist touched my cheek
a gentle caress,
like a lover soft and warm,
like you.
Away in tomorrow’s yesterday
minutes to hours and days.
Away to nights kissed with
ginger, sunshine, laughter.
Away to romance pictured
in the pages of dimestore books.
Away from too much life
and this sink of soapy dishes.
To kiss, to kiss you. Yes! - a kiss.
Hands moving, I sigh,
through blue green water.
Laughter rings, I see your face,
but you will never know.
Hot water breaking over platters
in the tiny kitchen late at night.
Mist touched my cheek
a gentle caress,
like a lover soft and warm,
like you.