our bellies full
of lemon pepper chicken
mashed potatoes
and string beans
eaten by candle light
gregorian chants
and the laughter of children
we sit back upon a pedestal of pillows
headboard leaning
a silver tray
in the middle of the bed
bearing bourbon
with one glass meant for sharing
we decide on an oliver stone film
smoke filling the room
we sacrifice ourselves to
the gods of a good friday night
his hand wanders to her thigh
she slides herself into the dress shirt
he is still wearing
until her breasts cover his chest
saying
tonight baby
stay inside