better than sex

separated by an overflowing tray
egg white omelette
texas toast
blueberry jam
a beautiful bowl of quartered oranges
and their carcasses, processed on the empty plate
on the other side
of the tray
a tipping bowl of popcorn
a waiting cheese tray
the sunday paper
the box of oj
we are settled in
under the warm gift of blanket
watching bad english comedians
with bad french accents
and sometimes german ones
as we watch the ww2 farce
"ello, ello"
sated
we turn our backs toward one another
and dream
sleepily returning
to that rest
we'd never have allowed ourselves
when we were twentysomething
and single
but now, this
sunday morning
sans children
married bliss
really is
better than sex