37 Valentine's Days

You smile at me and turn from the stove,
"one egg or two"
"Two"
"Toast?"
"Uh huh"
"Bacon?"
"Oh, yes, thanks"
I run upstairs
reach behind the suitcase
for the red heart box
Almond Roca
tuck it behind my back
run downstairs to the kitchen
he's at the stove, busy
I reach up, caress his face
with one hand
find his lips, soft, willing, smiling
slide under his arm
hip to hip
hand him my heart
"Happy Valentine's Day"
he smiles
"And to you, your breakfast!"