The scent of my wife
is a natural blend:
.Two sprays of Este’ Lauder.
.Four tea spoons of lavender.
.Ninety-four cups of life.
My love for her
is laced with Youth Dew
and what youth do,
we still do,
as is a long-life-loves due,
with only a few
dear concessions
to lessened frequency… but not to intensity…
as we navigate our way
between spooning mornings
and hot nights,
and

anticipation,

(like now,
since I have errands to run.)
“I’ll be home soon, Hon!
Love you!”
“Love you, too!”
(then together)
“To the moon!”
Ah!
Yes!

Space flights!!