i make toast for marketa before bed

she is busy 

after she has gone to bed

i am sitting at the table reading and thinking

the cutting board before me

the crumbs   crumbs of whole wheat toast   before me

i lick my finger   dab at the bits of grain   bring them to my mouth   bits

of love   would that be too romantic to say aloud  

each bit of grain a bit of my love   too romantic

or merely true