Like Coming Home Poem by Eli Spivakovsky

Like Coming Home



Like coming home
O my sweets
how I have missed you
come curl to my lips
come let me brush your hair
O sweets
let me tickle your poor tired feet
O my sweets
can I stay a while in your presence?
I can?
'Yes, you can'
May I touch your cutest face
with a blown-wish-kiss?
O darlings
be mine again
Yes?
'Yes, you can'
You can
You can

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