Sarcophagus of the Spouses, Etruscan, sixth-century BC
Perhaps it is the way their feet align,
his bare, hers clad
in slender pointed slippers
or how they half recline
on the bed, their grave.
It could be their smiles,
their shared gaze, his gentleness,
the way that he seems
captivated by her face.
Is it in their clothes,
the terracotta folds of fabric,
and her braids, falling in long coils,
or the eloquence
of her gesturing hands,
the way his arm rests lightly
on her shoulder indicating
something that will please her.
Perhaps it is the way you point
to fine wrought sieves in bronze,
images of hares and doves,
serving platters with painted fish -
your arm around me mirroring his.