Love Before and After

We talk about making love
and that’s so fine,
but there are so many other ways
I’d like to spend some time:
coffee in the morning,
steaming sleepy eyes awake,
the aroma of hazelnut wafting,
blowing the brew between sudden
giggles remembering what we did
last night;
morning shopping at Farmer’s Market
or the Bon,
whichever trip we’re on;
lunch on the water front,
the smell of alder smoke and salmon
floating a sea-salt breeze,
the cry of sea gulls bringing the tease,
" You last night," I grin,
you kick my chin,
walking hand in hand
through the Arboretum,
reclining on a grassy knoll
you soaking sun, me chewing a stem
‘til boredom set in
and I tickle your nose and giggle
when you wiggle,
and laugh as you pounce on me
pounding my shoulder
to puddin;
I’d love to close our day,
bodies vined,
absorbed in the X Files.