In summer's heat,
we find at last
a seat, together,
on the cross town bus.

You reach
and pull me close
under your wing
and bend to kiss
my hair.

My heart turns
over.

Winter TV watching
You in your chair
Me, beside you,
on the couch.
I reach for your hand
and find it already
there
waiting for my
reach.

Night, waiting for sleep,
you, propped against the wall
my head on your shoulder
my hand tracing dreams
in the fur of your chest.
You, who cannot sleep,
always drift away before me,
the one who can.

~~ Julie