Conversation over coffee.
This morning, as the sun cooked our little living room. T and I sat sipping coffee talking.
Gently touching the deep bags under my eyes she asks, “So? You got in late last night”,
“Yeah, like dawn”, I respond in a dull monotone. My body weary from far too few hours of sleep.
“Wow! Well? How was your date with Dancer?” Her tone is a mix of concern and anticipation. I think she has been looking forward to this date as much as I.

After a long pause I look deeply at her, this woman I love, and respond. “In a different age, nations would have gone to war over a woman like her. That is all I’m going to say about it right now.”
She blinks, taking in what I just said. Then with a knowing smile she asks,”would you like some more coffee hon?