You say, "One more dance before you
Leave for work."
I sway my hips and touch your lips
In silent reply.

You say, "The cat is in the kitchen
And the puppy's on the floor."
I smile and reply,
"There are worse places to be."

I'm at the sink, elbow deep in suds,
Scrubbing away the remains of last night's meal,
You're lying on the couch with the dog
Reading some dusty old book aloud.

Days pass, you're setting the table
While I make a simple dinner,
Our new cd loud on the stereo,
Dancing our socks across hardwood floors.

Our friends set up the Scrabble board,
Laughing warmth into the room,
We're making coffee for all,
You press against my back and kiss my neck.

In the back yard we lie on the grass,
Watching splashes of light fall from the sky,
Your hand in mine, fingers intertwined,
While the cat prowls the underbrush.

In bed, we twist into each other,
I always wake with your arm across my hip
Silver bands gleaming in the morning light,
You mumble when I leave the bed.

At my desk, fingers flying across the boards,
Putting pictures together to tell stories,
I think of you in another small room,
Weaving sounds into tapestries.

And all I can think
All I can hope
All I can do
Is wait... wait to get home to you.

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