The quiet beating of your heart
heard under my ear as I lay in your arms at night
just before sleep comes to claim me. PEACE.
You get out of our warm bed and drive to
the closest Good Times for my favorite pint of Oregon
Blackberry frozen custard at almost midnight with no expectations
of anything in return but my satisfied sweet tooth. LOVE.
Knowing that all I have to do is pick up the phone
and call and you will drop everything and come. Even if it is a
meeting with the mayor, I know if I really need you, you will come. SECURITY.
The feel of your big hands rubbing the soreness
from my back at the end of the day. The warm oil making it
easier for your fingers to find the knots of pain and you kneading
them until they melt away. COMFORT.
Seeing you across a crowded room and
making eye contact. That special smile you have only for me.
The one that says, “You are mine and I love you.” HAPPINESS.
Me in my ratty shorts, old t-shirt, hair in a pony tail,
and no makeup on. You come up behind me and wrap me in your
arms and tell me I am beautiful and ask me if I want to come upstairs
with you. After almost 24 years of being together, you still think I am sexy.
And that is a miracle. SEXINESS.
That in this world of so many people, we found each other. MIRACLE.