As you lay sleeping
curled up like a child
in the bed we made together
I am at peace.
Your skin, smooth and warm
rises and falls-each breath you take-
I want always to be where you are.
Burying my face into that
corner between your chin and your shoulder
I say a silent prayer: "Thank You God, for this man."
Your stubble tickles my cheek.
As I kiss your neck you stir,
rolling away to become the little spoon.
I smile because I know you like it.
I smile because I like it too.
It's during these times-
during our early morning dance-
when I am struck with how deeply
I love you. It hasn't been very long.
And yet. It's been forever.
Of a thousand favorite moments,
your sleepy morning smile tops the list;
you're happy to be waking up
And I, my love, am happy too.