all in good time.

A Poem by Jerilynn

This will be my life one day.

our place
with the dimmed lights and heavy wooden door leading to nighttime
where the streets are shining with the reflection of the ciry lights on wet pavement
you'll find me there, with you.
you sit across from me, on the other side of our bar
i drink my zinfandel
you with your gin.
my eyes get glossy, and yours become calm
you smile
it's the best thing i've seen
i smile
you make fun of my dimples
and for the first time ever, i actually like that i have them.
you touch the rim of your glass, lightly,
the way you sometimes touch my cheeck when
you wake me up in the morning
and in watching you do this,