I'm teaching myself to crack eggs,
with one hand,
Like a French chef.
I want to make my lover omeletes
at midnight.
We had our days
of frenzied first love making.
Later, there was sweet, slow love,
And the wait for that test.
Beautiful mama nursing our child.
Busy days of parenting,
I arrived to a child's glad cries,
after a long difficult day at work,
making me forget the day.
Exhausted kisses and sleepy lovemaking.
Then the sweet selfishness,
of just us two again.
Midnight is due to chime.
Our time is measured.
My left hand is no use.
I want to make omeletes,
at midnight,
one more time.
