Summer Lovin’

Published by Lydia Richmond on

It was spring when we met.
Phone calls, online chats, a blind date at Chili’s.

Two days before the first day of summer?
“Want to get married?”
“You know it!”
And it began.

A whirlwind of planning, moving, jobs, and babies.
And here we are 8 years later.

Please, God, just take them outside.
I have work to do, anyway.
Plus, it’s hot. I hate the hot.

After they fall asleep, we sit in silence.
Phones and laptops buzzing with updates.

We fall in to bed.
A quick “G’night” to seal the day
as we fall into a hurried slumber
fingers crossed that no one wakes in the night
to jolt us from the warmth of the sheets.

Glamorous? No.
It’s messy and loud and chaotic.

But when I look at you?
Muscles glistening with hot summer sweat
Chin covered in the perfect length of almost-gray stubble
Children using you as a human jungle gym?


Read more sizzling poems from my friends:

Baking in a Tornado’s Summer Sun Sizzle

Measurements of Merriment with Sizzle, Sizzle, Pop, Boom…BANG!

The Bergham Chronicles with Snap, Crackle, Sizzle

Spatulas on Parade with You Make me Melt

On the Border with Sizzle Fizzled



Karen @BakingInATornado · July 13, 2016 at 10:36 am

Perfect. You married (get it?) sizzle with a love story!

Spatulas On Parade - Dawn · July 13, 2016 at 4:10 pm

YAY I love this!
Sorry I did not see you listed before but I have edited my post and added you.

Jules B. · July 13, 2016 at 4:42 pm

Awww. I love this. So real and beautiful. Great job!!!

Diane · July 14, 2016 at 1:33 am

The true meaning of sizzle. 🙂
I love this!

Kristin Novotny · July 31, 2016 at 9:42 pm

I love this!

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