No opulent wealth or repulsive squalor

Just happily getting by in an awkward life

No engaging conversation or incoherent babble

Just a few moments of comfortable silence

No enraptured carnal sessions or averting voice and eyes

Perfection is a laughing, aching bed – perhaps more

No flawless idyllic union or horrid engulfing home 

Just the promise of honest eyes and voices

Enough meaningful talk – our sushi dinner calls