Life On The Couch
No Castles Here
Nor Knights, errant
No Spires or spikes,
Love stories, unrequited or full in the vibrancy of their thrall.
Simply a hand in mine, fingers laced, as the cat naps, his tail twitching with each breath, dreaming.
You glance at me, I meet your eyes,
holding the curve of your cheek in my mind,
a picture in companionable silence.
E, 2009