At Ease

When blinds are closed and candles lit,
our drinks are made, and we just sit.

When we sang showtunes in the car
with each assigned a different star.

When I was lying in your bed
enthralled by every word you said.

When we recounted every scene
and flipped through pictures on the screen.

When, barefoot and with wine in hand,
we listened to the opening band.

When we made each other smile
and we ignored time for awhile.

When I was me and you were you
and every move we made was true.


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