Love Note

I picture you Soft with half sleepy smiles A tangle of Saturday’s blankets wrapped around Our inner peace Skin that smells of waiting coffee busy daytime movements and damp rain. I picture me With expectations of your kiss It tethers me to the silent surface of your gaze So many times, over and over Because I know the lines in your face Are my home. Your magic Is my magic We are no more intricate than The round and swollen sigh of this house The aging frames The quiet halls When even they seem to know Forever is found in Autumn beds.