THERE ARE TIMES
There are times my love.
There are times when you
come close to me,
And I catch a smell
that is only you;
Just a whiff,
But enough to flood
My whole being with you.
There are times, my love,
when I wake
In the middle of the night
and feel your body
Next to mine;
Your warmth, your love.
There are times, my love,
when I just feel your love
And I turn and find you
looking at me. Just looking,
But your eyes are reaching out
Saying, I love you.
There are times, my love,
when I ask,
“What have I done to deserve your love?”
and you look at me
Smiling, knowing.
There are times, my love
There are times.
Mick Zellar
