This Life

5 Dec

eyes-1I lie in bed kissing the back of his shoulders. “My very own man”, I think to myself. Touching him as much as I can without waking him before sneaking out of bed. I know if I stay I will deprive him of the last bit of morning sleep. I watch a show, check the time, then crawl back into bed. This time with the intention of waking him. More soft kisses. His body smells are pungent but only pull me closer. A reminder that nature; biology know us better than we know ourselves. I was coded to feel this way about him. Not only written in the stars but in the cellular universe of my body. He coos. His lashes flutter. He looks at me, only one eye exposed, the rest of his face masked by blankets and pillows we have named. He smiles. Good Morning.

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