There is a comfort in the tedium.
Repetition, slow and careful, but still accomplishing much.
I step back, and my desk glows under her lamp.
She is a thing of beauty my desk, blushing cherry, my partner in most of what matters to me.
You are like my desk, love and polish, kindred words and thoughtful things make you glow.
I have the heart of a horse, I can pull when even I think I’m too tired for the plow.
I have polished the kitchen, so when you awaken, you can relax.
The children are asleep, and all is right with the world.
Now I can sleep too.
Your man with the heart of a horse.