And we talked about laundry,
Soap bubbles, holidays,
Hammers that broke at first stroke,
Hamsters and cats running from us,
Floors which scream murder,
And books we had read, places
We went to and food that we liked,
All we said only meant to reassure
That we were still there together,
You and me in a sea green bed,
With sea green sheets,
Our clothes one pile
As we knew each other
In a different way, but the night
Had yet to be conquered.
So we kept talking till dawn.