Domestic Bliss by Scott Sorensen

Poetry is the woman I married eight years ago,
When she was young and I was strong
And we both had ripe problems
To slice into together.
Now we’ve got three kids and a mortgage,
And I don’t hold her like a newlywed anymore
Because that’s not what we are.
We are dependable lovers,
Work 9 to 5 and leave with a peck on the cheek lovers,
Live our lives and climb under the covers when the kids are asleep lovers.
Most of the thousands of nights we’ve slept side-by-side,
We’ve read our books,
Turned out the lights
And fallen asleep.
Some nights, though,
We still stay up and tell each other
Everything.