PICTURES OF YOU

by David D. Hambleton

She folds her hands on his shoulder and leans her head on his arm.

You come to mind.

He wraps his arms around her from behind, resting one hand near a hip, one sometimes finds her shoulder.

You come to mind.

They meet, lean their faces together, and touch noses hello.

You come to mind.

He rests his hand on the small of her back, sliding it downward for a loving pinch.

You come to mind.

With light steps, she marches down the street; blonde hair tied back, button nose, and red lips turned up in a grin.

You come to mind.

She snuggles into his arms, encouraging his tighter hug.

You come to mind.

Running his fingers through her hair, he grabs, yanks her head back, and kisses her waiting lips.

You come to mind.

He lays still while she traces who-knows-what on his chest with her finger.

You come to mind.

The music is fast. Their dance is slow – and close…

You come to mind.

Their eyes are locked; the world isn’t with them; they’re lost in laughing, loving conversation.

You come to mind.

I see your picture on the desk and need to stop to clear the lump from my throat.

You are on my mind, my love.