Changes ... A Love Story

[Dyahnne]

Every story or poem that I have ever written has come to me "out of the blue." I prefer to think of them as gifts from God. It happened again! I woke up this morning and couldn't get these lines out of my head. I had to write:

Changes … A Love Story
By Dyahnne Alston

She lay there, trapped in his anaconda grip, as he snored in her ear.
When did making love with him move from pleasure to duty?
When did she start recoiling from his kiss and his touch?
When did she start longing for the two or three minutes to pass faster?

What happened to the days when she longed for him?
The thought of his kiss, his touch, his manhood entering her body
once made her quiver with excitement.
A wink of his eye or the sound of his voice would make her heart quicken.
What happened to those days?

Were they gone in a flash or did they simply fade away?

Was it because he couldn’t close the cabinet doors,
Or the dresser drawers or the toothpaste tube?
Was it because he laid his clothes on the floor,
Or his shoes at the door or his plate in the sink
Or his body on the couch right after dinner?
Was it because he blew the budget again on a jazz CD
or a model plane or the newest tech toy,
that made him seem less like a man and more like a boy?

She wondered why she stayed with him as the years had passed;
The kids were grown, the bills were manageable,
And she was still turning quite a few heads.
But her heart was his, and his was hers;
She knew what he was going to do before he did it,
What he was going to say before he said it,
And what he was going to think before he thought it.

She remembered the storms when he kept her warm,
or squeezed her hand, or held her close
and whispered, “Baby, it’s gonna be alright,”
And she knew it would be, because he said so.

She lay there, secure in his anaconda grip, as he snored in her ear,
And smiled to herself as she drifted off to sleep.