AMOUR

A voice clear,
jazz straight up
in six strings
with no surprises,
but sitting next
to my wife and lover
it is what an evening wants
in much the same way
as a night
in the heart of winter
demands spooning
beneath the blanket
pulled up to our chins
the outside world,
having ceased to matter.

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