My life
was a coffee stain
on the living
room carpet
just inside
the front door,
but you were
fresh laundered
bed sheets
sprinkled
with baby powder.
I was pinch
your nose and
take your medicine,
you were
coffee and beignets
at the Cafe Du Monde
on a sexy
sultry morning
and knowing looks
across the table.
I stayed in
and read books
you danced
in flimsy silk
nothings
in the summer
rain
urging me along.
Together
we were stifled
moaning
in the coat room
at a strangers
New Years Eve
party
and laughter
as we
slipped back
out the door.
