1
You beckon me
beneath the covers...
2
Coffee in the air.
Pattern of sunlight and blinds
on cool oak floor.
Van* CD in background
as we bathe and slowly move
to getting ready.
3
The mug I bring wafts upwards.
I putter moving this and folding that.
You browse a book of quilts.
4
As we struggle through transitions
question where to work and live
will we find more perfect moments?
*Van Morrison
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