In my arms you sleep peacefully.
Whispering my name.
Whispering of your love.
Whispering of our friendly intensity.
Our firery passion.
Our need to need each other.
The Chinese take out.
The candle light dinners.
The movies we rented.
The presentations in the theater.
The fact that we survive
By needing the casual
And the formal
The easy going
The intense
Everything in nothing
In order for us to work.
I stroke your cheek as we watch the flickering
Of the nightly news in our home.
And I smile at our reflection in the window
With the dishes everywhere on the table.
You in your tux.
And me in my wedding gown.