Wond’ring aloud —
how we feel today.
Last night sipped the sunset —
my hands in her hair.

We are our own saviours
as we start both our
hearts beating life
into each other.

Wond’ring aloud —
will the years treat us well.
As she floats in the kitchen,
I’m tasting the smell

of toast as the butter runs.
Then she comes, spilling
crumbs on the bed
and I shake my head.

And it’s only the giving
that makes you what you are.

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