The bell rings twice these days
Pairs of sandals, shoes, sneakers pile at the entrance.
Basket full of boxers, blouse and petticoats for today’s laundry
Two coffee cups, lunch boxes are now mandatory.
Queue before shower, about to go late
Lotions, potions, and a whole of lot of motions relayed.
Early dinner, late night snack, lying down in bed
Routines never thought of and yet naturally they came.
Staring at watches, waiting for bells to ring,
Disbelief in the clutching hands that always left without warning.
The arms, legs, chests and backs discover their complementing curves
Wrap around a perfect waist or caress a cushioned bust.
The nostrils fill with familiar smell,
The chemistry of salt and sour delicious as always.
The sound sources are alive, right across the ear
The moans and murmurs are on musical chairs.
It is too good to believe they are all here for real
Or perhaps a long wait before it all disappears.
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