goose down pillows, plumped
and strewn carelessly
about the platform bed with
layers of quilted comforters
piled in pleasant disarray
over flannel flat and fitted
sheets threatening to
pull away from their neatly
tucked corners

as we romp, jump & fall
like naughty children,
dangerously close to the edge
wearing nothing but
our socks

laughing in semi-mock-adoration
at the way
you still defy gravity (beautifully)

...& hysterical, in
feigned sorrow
because my breasts are
slowly giving in...

happy to be home alone
remembering the way
it was before 1986....
lying head to feet
engaged in serious hand~play

quietly reminiscing on
how many beds ago
since we first conceived

and how many beds from now
till death do us part