Long Marriage Love Song (Poem)

in the early mornings when the light is pale
the day as fresh as a new-laid egg
the pigeons on the garden wall cooing steadily
the cat snuggled up under my ribs

you curl against my back, and sigh
the warmth of you easing all my soreness
this posture as ancient as our days
or as any days -

here are two and also, one
here is a helix wrapped in on itself
here is a story that does not end

here is a fist slammed against the night.