For David, After Mass on Donut Sunday

Our cheeks rub together,
we are nose to nose,
you grab my hands, my face,
and kiss me from your toes!

Our voices sing together,
Yours much louder than mine;
Your song brings me solace,
and much more joy than wine.  

I consider the way we face the days,
and how at nights I tuck you in;
tomorrow we’ll meet another sun,
a chance to let love in.