A Quiet Evening at Home

I like to sit at home with you at night,
And read a little while, then lift my eyes
And look at you. I love to watch the way
You smile at something in a book and then
You knit your brow until you find the way
To follow the thread through, out to its end,
And then you grin and sigh and cast again
Into the depths of thought and haul one in.

I love to watch expressions on your face
As one pursues another constantly
Because of what you read. I love the way
You mutter at the world, out of the blue,
Then see me looking at your face and smile,
And tell me all about what made you mad.