What we do

It feels like

Sunlight coming in through the window while

we're still in bed, naked-

you, under a single sheet,

and I

under a down-comforter even though

it's summer.

When we sit on the porch

with our potted plants,

holding tiny porcelain cups of

Cuban coffee

and watch the sun go down,

listening to the gentle breeze

move through the chimes.

That feeling

is the same in the kitchen

when I have a glass of wine

and sit at my cluttered roll-top desk

while you

cut vegetables you may not even eat.

And we have our whole lives for this.