Baking a pie and feeling so grateful,
The eve before the holiday.
It took us a few hours with
Distractions of kisses,
Holding & squeezing each other,
But we got there, eventually--
And it was so good.
Reward ourselves with a bath,
The warmest I've felt
In so many different ways,
Feeling soft and sensitive
And lucky.
And then, just to wake near you,
Slowly adjusting to the weak,
Gray light slipping in--
Lucky.
To be able to share the morning
And this slice of pie with you,
I can't express enough,
Just in cups of coffee and orange juice,
To bite at our lips,
When our lips are not busy with each other's.
Lucky.

Driving to your house

I want to be tender
I want to be sensitive again
And not in the bruised way

Your sweet spirit.

In the cells of my lungs

I know earlier today
I said it was easier
But I don't want
To be alone forever