I want to wake up next to you on Easter morning,
tickled by the ends of the braid you wear to bed.
During the night, I will have slipped away to hide
neon plastic eggs filled with your favorite sweets.
When you wake up, I will whisper, “Good morning,
darling, Happy Easter” and your modest smirk will
expand into a Cheshire grin when you realize that
rainbow sugar-filled orbs have been squirreled away
I imagined this joyful holiday tableau
while taking the long drive home from work, and
it made me the happiest I’ve been in a long time.
I will color this faux tableau with magic markers
and hang it in the velvet poster gallery of my mind.
Sniffing markers to gather the courage to pick up
the phone and ask you on a proper date.