Days I wake, wanting to be your wife-

take your clothes from the floor,
throw away your old food,

tell you I've got things to do as I kiss you good-bye, tip-toed,

while you fix your top button and I reach, arms bent, to your shoulders and wait til you're done with that **** button so you can wrap two hands round my waist to humor me with an open eyed peck to the side of wanton lips.