Thoughts of a lovestruck wife

within the cascades of water
over a soaped body
the words so flirtatious
'hand me the towel'
sounds like a love song

from the garden weeding the plants
gasping with the heat of the sun
his call so precious
'get me a glass of water'
is like ardent poetry

at the dinner table
doing the crossword puzzle
scratching his head
'whats four words for affection'
is like a caress

In bed, snuggled under the covers
a warm smile a touch a kiss
' goodnight my love
thanks for today'
he says and fall asleep

these words are affirmation
of him being there for a while more
to be loved and to love
until the day he goes away
and can never return.