In the Land of Milk and Honey

Cold toes hold hands beneath the covers

as smoke furls in the furnace.

Cavernous woes crevassed with caress, Redress wrongs done in the mind’s fiction.

I know you’re here when the door speaks,

And floorboards creak a familiar pattern

And heart beats in rhythm.

Cappuccino mustaches and bed head in the morning,

Sipping smooth sunbeams as we swirl through the galaxy

Sat on the couch on our big blue marble.

Pondering the ups and downs of life

And changing the world before breakfast.

Heart warmed and mind quelled.

Questions supped and answers drunk

like in the land of milk and honey.