We are having morning coffee.
You have read the paper
Which I no longer do.
I read my books.
You do your Sudoku.
I can sense your moves:
Slight turns, shifts in posture.
I do not need my eyes to know yours
Are rising over the rims of your glasses,
Bringing morning's light to me.
With your never drifting smile,
You declare, “Well, we did it.”
“Did what?” I ask, turning to you.
“We set out to grow old together and we have,” you say.
I lean in from my right, you from your left
We come together
Erasing the air with our lips.
You return to your Sudoku,
And I to my book:
We have made love
From Driving Home (Aldrich Press, 2013).
Used here with the author’s permission.