Satisfied

In the summer we drink dark tea in the small country bathhouse

We play card games and swap stories about the terrible things we did in youth

You like to dip your baked oysters in ketchup and lick your fingers after

Then smile at my mild disgust

That’s how your gentleness soothes me in deep night

Our sharing, this connection – life need offer me no more

I am entirely satisfied

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