a cottage of wood-paneled walls
garden views and cozy intimacy
like a mountain retreat in the city
strung with lights
redolent with coffee aroma
warm with the bodies of friends
surrounding the table
feasting while Elvis sings about Christmas
sharing stories tender from our past
laughter uncontrollable
understanding familial quirks
bonding as family ourselves
in another night, repeated regularly,
we three congregate in our living rooms
giddy with wine
finding each other hilarious,
witty, delightful
simmering with jokes and possibility
sharing the confusion of waiting
the pain of loss
is as acceptable as laughter
and both happen
over "Sex and the City"
over martinis and chocolate
on a simple weeknight
where we accept all that we are
and love it completely
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