As sweet

Though we are not so much alike

It is your kind of foreign ideas that attract me

They feel so exotic and exciting 

I like to live in the otherness that you show me

And now we smile at the strange expression

After nine years of marriage

Because it’s so true 

And as sweet as when I met you

On the Beach

This is the moment I’ve long been musing. 

You rest your head on my shoulder

looking at the beautiful view out there – 

the sea, the mountains, and the budding trees

in February sunset, 

every tide a charming melody.

Long, pleasant minutes,

your hand in my hand

feeling still soft, 

feeling still warm.