raye-meadows-poetry

[raye-meadows-poetry]

House Wife

I have never once dreamt 

Of being a little house wife.

Or any kind of wife

In general.

But god you make me want to.

I want to cook for you.

I want to rub your shoulders after a long day.

I want to wash your hair.

I want to fold your laundry.

I want you to rest your head in my lap.

I want you to lay on my chest, and hear my heart beating.

I want to be someone you can rely on.

I want to hold you gently.

I want to be someone you feel safe with.

I want to take care of you.

I want to love you.

I really, truly do.

RFM

1/22/25

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Glass Box

I want to put you

In a little

Glass box, but not

For any perversions.

I wish to be able to

Look at you.

Study you. 

I want to memorize

Every little detail

I want to know every scar

Every little wrinkle

Every freckle

And mole.

I want them so engrained

In my mind that

I could map them

From memory

And then I want to

Look at them again.

RFM 1/22/25

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Canine Love

I love like a dog

Whether you greet me at the door

Or not,

I will be excited regardless.

If you ignore me,

I will beg for your attention.

And even if I don’t get it

I will love you the same.

RFM 1/22/25

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Long Drive

I am driving

a long drive.

A beautiful drive.

I send you pictures

every once in a while,

and you tell me how

pretty they are.

I can't help but glance

at my empty passenger seat

from time to time,

wishing you were here

with me,

for I wish to share

every beautiful thing

with you.

RFM

1/18/25

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View Point

Along my drive,

I stop at a view point.

Gosh, it's beautiful.

I send you pictures

and you agree.

However,

when I look out at the scene,

I can only imagine how much prettier

it would be if you

were by my side.

RFM

1/18/2025

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The Mind...

The mind is a horrible thing.

My thoughts keep wandering

back to you,

and I've found there's nothing I can do.

RFM

1/18/2025

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I Talk About You

I talk about you often.

To almost anyone

who will listen.

I tell them about how

sweet you are.

How well you treat me.

How wonderful you

make me feel.

Please,

don't turn me into

a liar.

RFM

1/18/25

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Claw Machine

And suddenly,

I see you everywhere I

go.

At the grocery store,

there is a claw machine

with rubber ducks.

I spot one painted as a panda,

and think of you.

Of course I play until

I win it.

Now it sits on my desk,

and I think of you.

RFM

1/5/25

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Future Hurt

I am visiting with my family.

We talk.

I think of you.

My mind flashes to the future,

and I see you.

I am wearing a pretty dress,

and you are fixing your jacket.

I was really hoping this wouldn't happen,

for this is going to hurt

so much worse.

RFM

1/7/25

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Without Words

I run my fingers through

your hair,

and leave a soft kiss on

your forehead.

I turn.

Without words,

You turn.

And even in your sleepy state,

you still reach over to

scratch my back gently.

RFM

1/7/25

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I'm Sorry (I think I love you.)

I always fear I am

too clingy.

But it's hard to help it.

I'm stuck feeling guilty

for simply wishing we could talk

more.

I feel as though I have to apologize

for wanting to see you

more.

But I can't help it.

I'm sorry.

...

(I think I love you.)

RFM

1/7/25

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Mornings

In the morning,

your first alarm sounds.

You grumble and turn it off.

Without hesitation you simply

pull me closer,

and go back to sleep.

I giggle softly,

and run my fingers through your

hair.

When the second alarm sounds,

you hold me tighter.

Now you rest your head

on my chest.

You fall asleep again.

When the third alarm sounds,

you cuddle close.

After ten minutes you begin to wake,

and realize you'll be late.

We both rush to get ready,

and laugh softly.

As we walk out the door,

I can't help but think about

how cute your messy hair is.

We kiss goodbye,

and you haven't left

my mind.

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Intertwined

Your cats cuddle up to my side

as we sleep together.

your cat, that is terrified of

everyone, and

everything,

sleeps cuddled up

to my side.

When your roommate went to sleep,

and left us alone,

they gave me a hug,

and told me that

it was good to see me again.

Whether you like it or not,

we are more

intertwined

than you think.

RFM

11/26/2024

[raye-meadows-poetry]

Secret

you reach your hand around your back

to hold mine,

out of view of the others.

but is it because you want to shelter

what we have?

or hide it?

RFM

11/26/2024

[raye-meadows-poetry]

Unfortunate Occurence

I look up to the moon,

and the stars,

and know that we look up at the same sky

even when we're apart.

When I watch the clouds drift,

I know they must drift past you

as well.

When the cold air highlights my breath

and freezes my fingertips,

I know that it bites you as well.

Wherever I look around,

I always seem to think of you.

What an unfortunate occurrence.

RFM

11/26/2024

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Your Embrace

I want to lay in your arms,

and cry.

I want to feel the comfort of your warmth,

and your body holding mine tightly,

as I murmur about my worries

and fears.

I think about it when I'm upset.

But somehow,

all of those feelings melt away

when I look at your face,

or hear your sweet,

sweet voice.

All I can seem to do,

is lay

happily

in your embrace.

RFM

11/30/2024

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The Sweetest Song

You make little jokes about how you can't sing.

About how you'll never do karaoke.

But when we're driving in my car,

and you sing along softly,

or when you hum a tune

as you walk next to me,

I could swear

it's the sweetest

thing I've ever

heard.

RFM

11/30/2024