Living in Time

[71degrees]

As she brushes her hair,
she asks him to tell her
a story with a happy ending

He tells her loving her
should be as simple
as putting a raspberry
into his mouth

They both smile; in reality,
neither understands what either
is all about

Instead, he pours them each another
glass of white wine; they put them
to their lips and drink

Thanks for ALL the different comments, etc. here. A version of this poem (under a different title) was accepted so I'm going to stick w/what was taken. Most poems I post here are rejected at least once. If (think confidently...when) they are taken, that's enough. Again, thanks.