that morning

that morning,
when I heard
slow, languid jazz playing
in my ears,
and when all around us,
the whole world
just spun away silently,
and I heard you ask me
to make love to you --
it was the best,
and remains the top of the top --
because it told me
how right it was
between us:
how special,
how miraculous,
how treasured;
that morning,
when I fell in love with you
all over again.

March 19, 2009.

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