Slightly runny yolks with sizzling edges

Komodo freshly brewed to bold perfection 

Heavenly scents waft through our place 

I oversleep; you don’t judge; instead, you

cook my eggs just the way I like them.

Slow dances in our socks on kitchen tiles

Bike rides under shady oaks for miles

Beach picnics, candlelit and sunset-kissed

The breeze blows out our candles; you try

relighting them, in those mini mason jars.

Spontaneous drives to enchanting places

Tipsy flirtations at dinner tables

Long talks over ciders and hoppy brews

You talk politics; I play devil’s advocate.

Intermittent moments of worry

Inevitable seasons of stress 

Rejuvenating walks on winding paths

You know our path; it’s anything but

straight.

Morning light on your skin

Warm touch of your hands

Whispers and kisses on my neck

I ask if this is real; you affirm it the usual,

silly way, by sneaking a quick lick of my face.

Infinite feelings fueled by our laughter 

Hearts pounding inside our chests

Storyboards of our forever sketched

I feel each moment; you feel beyond that,

to when our hairs have all turned silver.