a wild session of making
monkey
love
in the morning,
exhausted i stare up
at the ceiling
with a smile
on my face
hands behind my head.
she leans into me,
and whispers,
a penny for thoughts,
my love,
what are you thinking
about?
you look so happy.
pastrami,
i tell her,
stacked high on
two warm slices
of rye bread,
with mustard.
i'm just wondering if Katz's deli
in New York
delivers.
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