like scooting back/&
forward/ into the
perfect heat of
our skin tight spoon
like lying head-to-head
on a blanket
counting each star as they
appear in the absence
of the moon
like listening to our
music, singing
every note together
in and out of tune
like the bittersweet
reality that our
separation is only
physical; and we’ll
be reunited soon
my romance is,
the simple luxury
of needing nothing
more than all of
you inside our
love cocoon
Alyce, 2001
forward/ into the
perfect heat of
our skin tight spoon
like lying head-to-head
on a blanket
counting each star as they
appear in the absence
of the moon
like listening to our
music, singing
every note together
in and out of tune
like the bittersweet
reality that our
separation is only
physical; and we’ll
be reunited soon
my romance is,
the simple luxury
of needing nothing
more than all of
you inside our
love cocoon
Alyce, 2001