Not a raging all consuming fire,
more like a steady warm glow from the hearth,
with days that subtly clothe me
in flannel pajamas and comfortable slippers.
Nothing extraordinary, like neon pants and
blue hair poised over a plate of sushi,
rather a hot tomato soup while wrapped
in a bath robe kind of feeling...
a feeling I've missed. The difference
between flattery-laden public recognition
for a job well done and the discreet whisper
of a lover as her perfume tickles your nostrils.
As I pleasantly glide along like a leaf
wandering toward its unrevealed destination,
the sun is an understanding wife and the moon
a prudent mistress, never pushing a decision.