I walked myself down the street

to the market, here every Wednesday

bought white fish and herbs

wrapped in paper.

Came home to my lover,

fresh out of the shower

wet hair and

the smell of orange blossom lingers

subtly

with steam

sensually

in the air.

Now it’s not quite night

and there is a pastel blur of light

spread across the late afternoon sky.

Across the way, to the right

neighbors drink a glass on their balcony

above their roof sits the transparent crescent moon

snuggled between a peach waft of cloud.

Inside sits the man I love that loves me back

and everything is just as it should be.

Supper simmers on the stove

wine is opened and poured

as stars come out one by one

a diamond-dusted sky

I crawl in bed

as the world leans towards rest.

Wake, walk to the bakery to buy day-old

croissants to eat with you ‘round our table

Last night, so warm I could fall in love.