Sunday afternoons we retire for a nap

the cats follow us, it is our ritual 

i am taking her to dinner tonight

nothing to do in the kitchen

my Muse has the day off

breakfast was an egg concoction

filled with spinach, sour cream, onions, cheese

hashbrowns with bacon and green chiles

buttermilk biscuits. the woman is incredible

why i wash, dry, return without a whimper

i labor in the sink with gratitude

so we seek the shelter, afternoon catnap

the cats form a line along her
lying against her i caress felines
pull them closer to her

we drift away

we will awake and it is time to dress

dinner tonite at our Italian restaurant

and as i gaze across the table

i fully realize days are not always this perfect

but my moments with her are

the beauty of any given second

within an hour is the priceless treasure

time bestows upon us

in the days of our lives

every second my eyes grasp her

the face that enchants me

as no full moon has ever captivated me

2/10/19