Shower kisses and wet hair,
It is my beloved who has the stare,
Of someone much much older than I
While she uses a towel that's not yet dry.

Silent at the kitchen sink,
Happy faces as we drink,
And dance to our favorite songs
As the universe twirls along.

I'm

Whispering on her bed
About what to do when we're dead
We pull close to the other
And fall asleep under the covers.