Matching cocoa mugs, filled and steaming...
Lazing under a warm quilt, dreaming...
The snore of the cat stretched out on the floor...
You stroking him and him wanting more...

That curl in your hair by your ear when it's long...
Our thoughts, ever as one, playing the "mind-meld" song...
The profusion of pink roses blanketing the arbor...
Hearing the squak of you rocking in the porch glider...

The sound of you grinding coffee to start our day...
The morning sun blinding us in that "lazer-blazer" way...
You presenting me with your belly-button lint...
My shameless seduction of you through no subtle hint...

Taking an afternoon drive down the coast...
You saying almost the right thing during a "romantic" toast...
Hair whipping our faces, eyes laughing and filling with water...
"Mr. D'Angelo, I want to marry your daughter..."

Andrea D'Angelo-Risner
© 1997