It is the strength in me that lets me stand in front of you
not my money or my looks
though it helps to be rough around the edges
this I have learned from you
my mind counts your heartbeats
paints them into a picture
crafts them into a dream
I love waiting for you
you leave a hamper at my door
it’s wicker weave squeaks with hidden treats
one by one I build my smile
yes I do smile these days
not my favourite hobby
the invisible weight I carried was all mine
it’s pockets filled with trouble
fingered to a high polish
but now I smile when your wicker hamper
arrives for me
© 2011
The Juice Bar 
Oh… soooo very sweet with anticipation… Love the juxtaposition of a tiny bit of genuine self-deprecation next to the joy that comes from being desired – imperfections and all…
Slings & Arrows, you always slay with your words, so genuine & heartfelt