Tuesday, August 3, 1999

I Am Blessed

Slowly I awake from my slumber. My senses become alive and I turn to look at you. I know exactly where you are, you are always there. Moonlight provides the backdrop as I adjust to the darkness to make out your profile. Your chest rises and falls with each breath as vital to me as it is to you.

A smile makes its way to my face as I recognize what the man beside me means to me. Your eyes that are shut to the world know will be dancing with the love of life when you open them. My hand slowly brushes your cheek. You moan before turning to rest your head on the palm of my hand. The face of the man that I love is now framed in my hands. It is as beautiful in the darkness as it is in sunlight. This face that when smiling could light up a town in a blackout. This face that shows truth and sincerity could cause even the biggest cynic to trust.

Your hand reaches out to touch mine. These hands are so strong and yet so gentle. They aren't afraid of hard work or the caresses of an infant. My eyes travel down the body that reposes next to me. That body that has given me countless hours of protection. Wrapped in those toned arms the world only consists of two people.

You stir. Mumbling my name you pull me into those arms of refuge and love. I settle in to sleep away the rest of the night. Reinforced in my mind night after night as I study you is this, I am blessed.

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