J. S. Kuiken

This was originally supposed to be a post-it note poem, but it turned out to be too big for a post-it note. So I decided to post it here. It’s still very much a work in progress, but I hope you enjoy it.

Home

The smell of you

in the morning.

That ticklish place

between your ribs and hip.

Your laughter.

Writing

in your planner.

The way you walk

during the first days of spring.

How you hover over me

moving slow and deep.

Your evening whispers

in my ears.

The smell of our garden

in the midnight rain.