Morning surprise
for Stacy
this morning we both stood in front of the coffee pot
fixing our daily addiction
you reached for the pot, I for the sugar
our arms crossing over in the reach
I smiled,
you laughed
in that moment I wanted to kiss you
On the commute to work
passing three cops on the highway
you fed me bites of your homemade tart
wiped a blob of raspberry jam off my shirt
while our daughter begged for more crackers
I smiled, and in that moment
I wanted to kiss you
musings and mishaps of an unconditional lover 