I’m waiting for the right words
when he comes dancing in from the cold
careful of my feet
wraps his arms around me
pulls heat from my body until I shiver
and kisses me with tangerines on his breath
covering a hint of tobacco.
We have fifteen minutes, love
to pour the grounds into the filter, a tiny dark mound
some loose across the counter, spreading out
some on the floor, slipping
some clinging to the soles of his work boots.
Pour the water to the top line
after fetching it from the faucet, splashing the sink board
some running down the cupboards
some on the floor, puddling around the soles of his work boots.
“Read out loud to me?”
I ask him, avoiding eye contact with the broom
while it’s brewing
ignoring the dust pan
the percolating and chugging and sucking in
the belching bursts of hot steam
never mind the dish cloth
when he lowers his voice
swear to god he sounds just like Barry White,
no matter the headline
it’s good news
when he rolls smooth and booms
until I laugh.
The Barry White “You’re the First, the Last, My Everything” (music audio) is being posted on Stitched in Stone for no commercial purpose.
Provided to YouTube by Universal Music Group You’re The First, The Last, My Everything · Barry White Can’t Get Enough ℗ A Mercury Records Release; ℗ 1974 UMG Recordings, Inc. Producer, Associated Performer, Recording Arranger, Vocals: Barry White Associated Performer, Recording Arranger: Gene Page Studio Personnel, Engineer: Frank Kejmar Studio Personnel, Engineer: Paul Elmore Composer Lyricist: Peter Sterling Radcliffe Composer Lyricist: Tony Sepe Composer Lyricist: Barry White