Yes

My poems fall from
My mind onto the page,
I love to hear her yeses
Fall from her lips,
Across her perfect
Form onto my ears
And held as silent echos
In the bedsheets.
We lie together
Talking of people
And places and plans,
Her mind wanders
Topic to topic as
We peruse our
Actions and
Options
And
Consider
What would be
Most fun to do.
Content with each
Other we smile and
Laugh delaying to
Start our day
And abandon
Our bed for
Breakfast.