I strive to live comfortably in love,
to love with ease, not live in fear
of loss, to love with inspiration,
not frantic but solid in the present
I love to live comfortably in love,
To celebrate that which is delicious
To etch into memory pleasure moments,
the touch of sun on skin and stone
basking at the edge of the pond.
The silky musk of tuberose at dusk
enveloping our conversation
in erotic bouquet, euphoric camaraderie.
Coziness of the mundane sparkled with spontaneity.
Gourmet impulses peppered with informal date-nights,
pepperoni pizza, Tabasco sauce, cider.
The privileged occasion of the grilled filet,
béarnaise homemade with tarragon from the garden
prompted by the surprise birthday visit from our daughter.
Our walks through the gardens,
me spotting the groundhog in the compost,
you finding the orb weaver in the cosmos,
the hummingbird darting into my field of view
just as I snap the photo of the cardinal flower.
The simple complexity of a butterfly
and a bloom.
The Perseids Meteor shower
persuading us to stay up all night
bundled in blankets and lounge chairs on the berm
cozy with midnight snickerdoodles and hot coffee,
all of us shouting “Whoaaa!” in unison
as stars streak silver across the sky
as wishes manifest before our eyes
to live comfortably in love.