I like to feel your toes rubbing against mine
when we lay in bed, our limbs intertwined.
To some the gesture seems so mundane
but to me, it’s just loves final refrain.
Later we’ll talk and laugh, crying about life,
pretending it was always us, that was husband and wife.
Our pasts will fall open, like well-worn books
of the ultimate adventure story with funky, romantic hooks.
Kissing each other, giggling over pleasure
two spent lovers, finding a secret treasure.
Copyright © 2004 Sara Coslett
* - Photo of the gang waiting to head out the door and chase lizards.