Show You What I Feel Poem by Louise Tredoux

You know I miss you when you
are not here, what sweet SMS
you sent, but how can you miss
me when you are at a conference
with many men, while I’m sitting
at home without you?

I wish you were here, I would like
to experiment, you know I would,
my idea of culinary delights are
becoming quite varied since I met
you; but to make a cordon bleu
meal for just one is an overkill

When you’re home we can try
that divine chocolate mousse
I discovered in Juliette’s cook
book, the chicken risotto looks
good, flavoured rice and stir
fry vegetables – and you

eating a gourmet meal at the
hotel with the overseas visitors -
you sent me an SMS complaining
of loneliness? Yes, Juliette is near,
but it’s your voice I want to hear,
it is you I’m dreaming about

I want to fall asleep in your arms
while you are watching TV, knowing
you’ll wake me with a kiss, if you
say magic words I’ll try to conquer
my pride and show you
what I feel…