k's

wine
art
coffee
god
graciousness
death
diligence
basil
summer tomatoes
there is no menu
we can’t open our legs to
wrap our arms around
moan from the delight
of its flavors
and the company of one another
- finally
a sunday toast
in winter snow
to past life,
future lovers,
the despair they’ll take from our eyes
that is not yet there
and the indelible impressions
we left in their minds
a thank you
for the universe
that is our footstool
when together we sit
and
the wind that
sings to us of each other
when we are apart