Gins and tonics

in the kitchen,
mixing a gin and tonic
on this fine and sunlit
afternoon. and mixing you
one also – extra ice, extra gin,
extra tonic and a bigger tumbler –
with mint leaves, taken
from your herb garden balcony,
and the last of the dry
leather limes.
sitting on the sofa
while you work your way down it –
(we're not alcoholics,
we just want a gin)
and it's been a long week now
for both of us; sun coming in
through the window, and work
getting difficult
too. no tv
and no radio – we sit,
quietly among plants,
sipping our gins, like dipping
our hands into mountain-
side riversmouths,
finished at just
the same time.
with your hand on your glass,
you ask
do I want one. I do,
and I tell you
I do.