Amante

A waterfall of hair

cascades

down your shoulders.

Silence breathes us,

butterflies

in our hands.

Our dinners

half eaten

packed for later.

A five star meal

relished

on our warm spines.

While we languish

on rented sheets.

No bickering moments,

dismal doubts,

or monotonous chores

shudder our cloistered moments.

Eternity is not

a diamond ring.

It is here.