The day all the socks matched up

I awoke gently, wrapped in sunbeams and your leisurely arms.
The coffee was strong and patient.
All the pieces fit smoothly.

The poems wrote themselves, and rock ‘n roll did the chores.
Words were enjoyed for soul-sharing and fun, as shame took a long vacation.
All the meetings were constructive and punctual.

Laughter flickered like warming flames between songs and friends and forest adventures.
Ocean thunder cracked my heart wide open.
All the flies left me alone in the garden.

As dew amplified the scent of cooling grasses, the stars blinked on to gaze back at us.
A night-bird sang a love song just for me, and you did too.
We both saw the same meteor.

When our passion was exhausted and our thirst for intimacy was slaked, the day ended just as it had begun –
we two, bodies and hearts,
nested
rooted

whole.