How they each represented
The evening in their own thoughts,
Who knows, now those thoughts are gone,
But how they represented
The evening’s events in jokes
To each other gives something
Of a picture—she teased him
About the schmaltzy love song
He’d played for her afterward.
He laughed, remembering how
She’d met him in her towel
Fresh from her bath. She laughed, too,
And told him that she’d planned that.
He told her that his first thought
Later had been contentment.
She replied that her next thought
Then, by candlelight, had been,
What have I gotten into?