Lauds

She will be here…

Maybe. In some short years,

Or months, or dragging decades.

During those nights,

These silky, rolling sheets

Will be shared by another.

The cold, freezing air

Will contain her breaths.

Each graceful and soft.

In a dream I will reach out

And stumble upon another

Touching her lukewarm skin.

At this hour, she sleeps

Or so I hope, for one throbbing

Heart may be too much.

I have learned that the sharing will

Cost everything, with her come ideas,

Attitudes, and desires contrary to mine.

To be honest I will not like them:

Her makeup in the bathroom,

Her romantic movies replacing mine.

She will ask me to stop playing

My games, and to be with her

Instead, of the computer or alone.

Ideally she will speak her mind:

Our dinner table filled with

Discussions of theology and politics.

But despite all of this:

Drain of my wallet,

My time, me;

I pray that I can share a life

With that beautiful woman

That is her.