if you asked me what i wanted
we have a balcony
that overlooks the old city, we have two dogs
that sit
at our feet in morning sun and the breeze
is warm like summer and smells
like pineapple and the sea
i
watch you across the table, you
look careless when you wake, you have learned
to love the morning for me
you squint
against the rising sun, you drum
your fingers across the back
of my hand in patterns of five
you ask me if i’d like
to have lunch
somewhere we won’t be recognized, let’s
fly to Paris and write poems together
on a terrace full of pots of geraniums and vines
let’s spend the day brushing crumbs off our pages and
making love in the shade by the river
i raise my coffee to my lips and say
yes
the dog yawns and settles down its sleepy head
again
and it is quiet