It's My Intention

(for Angie)

I'll stop for Chinese,
pick up some wine and cheese,
build a fire, while you drive home.
We'll dine from the box by candlelight,
play the record you like so well

over and over.

I'll unplug the phones
and turn down the heat.
We'll cuddle on the couch,
warm under the afghan you crocheted

close our eyes and kiss- as if forever

could be forever.

When sleep overcomes we've

each others dreams to live,

lives to share, hearts to warm.
When dawn opens our eyes,
we'll know if we're in love,

or mistaken again our memories.

-dp- 
12-2-85