A late-breaking decision, not
impulsive, but 
blurry, to-be-defined

Darkness lit by
string lights on the
patio, a cool breeze like
fall, our favorite.

I cross the mossy bricks
trying not to crack the juicy
coffee tree seed pods I still need
to rake under my bare feet.

A driveway hello, a
sure hug, and
delectable fire
in the eyes.

I lift his glasses,
perch them atop his head,
he relishes me tight,
a welcome kiss.

Inside, stops in two rooms,
the small plates in this
moveable feast, before we
devour each other for the first time.