In six minutes

I’ll get up

and this glorious 

night will end,

to be replayed in my mindseye.

Often.

The memories 

of these early 

days to be delighed 

in.

Drunk

like first press

wine,

its potential 

unlimited.

In four minutes

I’ll get up

and tuck my

pillow gently

behind your back,

hoping to fool you

into not 

noticing the 

absence of my 

body

melting into yours.

In two minutes

I’ll open 

windows,

letting in the

cool thick air

to lull you

back into

that most delicious

of just before

dawn sleep.

In two hours 

I’ll hand you 

your first coffee

of the day,

smug in the

knowledge that it is

crafted just so,

to your particular

taste.

I’ll watch you 

sipping it naked

if I’m lucky, I’m sure.

Holding a cigarette

as we embrace the 

newness and luxury

of

these special days.

~Lu