shopping

You push the shopping cart,
and I watch your easy slow stride.
Reaching out, cornflour, beef jerky,
and wild rice, with porcini mushrooms:
tossed into the cart, like a salad.
At one point you reach for my arm
and stroke the inner fleshy part.
I feel that sexiness that comes
from wanting you.
Your arms fold me into you
like a warm towel after a shower.
We kiss down the aisle
where I can see the pepered tuna
and tinned artichokes.
I steal a white grape
as you squeeze my shoulder,
waiting to pay.
Then loading the goodies Save Now
into the back of your motor,
as I climb in and
struggle with the weight
of our unborn child.
You reach over and kiss me,
and I think
this is how it will always be.
No kisses
were as loving
ever again.