Making bread
we go to bed

resting
from our labours

making love
until it is done

(our own unique
timing system)

then fresh from the oven
we lie in bed

eating a dream
of bread & butter

melting
through our fingers

only the crumbs
a nuisance later

waking us from
dreams of each other.

Dónall Dempsey

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/making-bread/