Amante

A waterfall of hair
cascades
down your shoulders.

Silence breathes us,
butterflies
in our hands.

Our dinners
half eaten
packed for later.

A five star meal
relished
on our warm spines.

While we languish
on rented sheets.
No bickering moments,

dismal doubts,
or monotonous chores
shudder our cloistered moments.

Eternity is not
a diamond ring.
It is here.