I lay in loungewear luxurious 

On his bed

In Deep Queens

12 minute walk to the train

The one that doesn’t go by my house

Even while all the other ones do

I am on vacation 

His scent lingers 

My legs still jelly from our last encounter 

Looking out the window

Trees bud in chartreuse

He sings along with Lauren

In the other room

The sound of his knife on the cutting board

Another magical meal manifesting 

I am on vacation

I woke this morning in his arms

His eyes twinkled 

“Good morning beautiful “

He made me coffee while I reclined 

He made love to me before breakfast 

Which he made for me

With the same patient care he takes with my body

Coaxing out climaxes

Freeing me of shame and inhibitions 

He took me to the gardens and kissed me in every pretty spot

Took pictures of the flowers

And of us

Held my hand 

Claims me proudly

I am on vacation

Wanting to take this feeling 

home