On mornings like this

On mornings like this

I do the crossword puzzle in bed, tangled up

in your sheets I try to see where your words overlap

with mine.

While you sleep, I decipher clues about two of the same

considered together and a person

with whom one has a strong affinity.

Six across and eight down; there isn't always room

but I fill your name in as the answer

to every question.

The theme is always the same

and I know that when you wake up,

you'll take your copy of the newspaper and do the same.

Permanent ink to fill in all of the blanks

where you and I connect.