click

she cuddled up close to me,
burying her head on my shoulder,
letting out a few deep breaths
to mark the end of another day.

i clicked on the lamp.
"god, not again," she said.
"sorry honey," i said,
"you know it can't wait."

i turn on my laptop and
quickly hammer out the
poem brewing in my head
before it is lost like a dream.

i finish and click off the lamp.
"done?" she said playfully.
"yes, i should say so," i said.
she lay an arm across my chest.

her body is so comforting,
her quiet presence soothing.
and she is willing to share it
even though i make her wait.

i lie in the dark and think,
her patience, her caring,
that is true love, at least for me.
i laugh a little, and click on the lamp.