dancing
Mindful of the import of candy and flowers
You remember every sweet kiss
Days spent lounging in sunday beds
A newspaper each and donuts
Raving over book reviews
Laughing at the comics
I never tire of this game
Never tire of waking in our marriage bed
Getting dressed one leg at a time
Vanquished are the ghosts of memory
And with them most of the little guilt i had
Leave me to this wedded bliss
Every morning nestled
Night and darkness no threat
Time and tide only science
Inch after inch further on our journey
Nearing no particular destination
Elated in the rhythm of our syncopated dancing
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