If you wake and curl around my body
kiss my back or house your arm beneath the niche of my neck;
If you wake and bring me coffee
strong and dark
sweet and bitter
as my first taste of the day;
If I wake and caress your lips, your eyelids, your lips again
While you pretend to be asleep and we both drowsily smile
as I rouse and trace your skin, your hands;
If we rise and laugh; you call me by a name only the two of us know and ask if I slept well, if I’ve been naughty, if I had too much to dream;
If, when I ask, ‘where is our next adventure?’ you declare ‘Darling, wherever would you like to go next?’;
If you cook me unflawed eggs for my rumbling belly and always source out avocados;
and if you talk to me, booze in hand as I prepare us vegetables and dishes of pasta each night to make Ms Loren proud;
If you enter the room and proclaim that for your 34th birthday, we’ll go to Canada and for our wedding we will have a Celebration that resists the rising of the sun;
If you let me fall asleep on the sofa in your arms, or on your strong lap on airplanes;
If you wake me in the morning and hold me with desire
The love I will give to you will be
Strong as Italian coffee
Juicy as my Spanish morning strawberries
Wild as the Atlantic Way
And as wide and bold as the road is long,
As salty or sweaty or sweet as it comes.