Some recent poetry:

I dream of the sleep a man deserves
When he’s worked hard, and the echoes of his work
Are still reverberating in his heart, and the pleasure of a job well done
Will salt his sleep like caramel in hot chocolate.
Before bed, a cup with his son.
Later, a cup with his wife, shared over a smile.
And that honey-amber look in her eyes that pools only for him.
And a realization: that life is good.

Those first three lines are very well done. The last three are a bit on the sappy side for me :) "Salt" was an intriguing word choice.