"I still like the way you kiss," he said.
Then do it again. Kiss me.
Yours on mine and mine on yours.
Can't tell whose is whose anymore.
Legs and arms travel north and south.
The years have been good to us.
Sing to me; I'll dance for you.
Last week's rain spotted on the windows.
Downtown's towers our protective, nosey neighbors.
Wave to them — they just want something to talk about.
We do this really well, don't we?
Even the birds know.
Listen, they're chirping our secrets.