15.5.09

timid head peers out
expecting a nose dive,
a silent treatment for no illness,
but instead warm next to me.
yellow sheets frame your face,
tenacious hair attempts rebellion.
eye lashes flutter awake and look
at me
and smile
grab
hold
tight
together
here we are where we always wanted to be
things past are out dated
things to come are a vibrating excitement
but now
now is the sweet,
the dance we practiced
the real of it.
lets make this work.
all that we are is together.

1 comment:

Brett Wyatt said...

Simply marvelous musings...