Love Poem, Planned

for Diane

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All around us is clutter,
but we’re in bed, separated
from the disarray
of the world. Beneath

these sheets, you and I
are simple, bare,
and deliberate.
We move clock-

wise and counter
in tender tandem.
My love, after 
28 years of marriage, 

it’s no surprise 
that our fingers
and skin
are organized.