Reunite

Barefoot in the kitchen

Another day has gone by

We work and we parent

Life’s demand we supply

As I scrub the food

Off and away from this plate

I can’t help but wonder

When was our last date

My mind slips away

Daydreaming at its best

Knowing I picked you right

But still waiting for the rest

Waiting for the romance

Waiting for the desire

Waiting for you to profess

Even a days worth of longing desire

I dream of your attention

Without competing with your phone

I dream of a deep conversation

One that tells me I’m not alone

Weighted down by your list

One thing to the next

I can’t help but dream

Of toping the rest

I dream of spontaneity

Let’s paint this town red

I dream of a night

Where we laugh for hours in bed

I don’t need flowers

There is no need for things

I dream of intimacy

Dammit… let’s stop acting like machines!

Don’t get me wrong

You’re a wonderful man

I guess I’m simply sick

Of scrubbing the same pan

As the night grows longer

And my vision grows obscure

Please remember that with a little work

Showing your love is the cure

Once again, tonight

I will give it my best try

As expected, you’re too tired

My dream of connection on standby

I will stay up late

I will turn out the light

Perhaps in my actual dream

Our souls will then reunite