In the breath of the morning
I glimpse his face, eyes wide and wondering
and can’t put my finger on this
Feeling.
Awakening history past and prayerful
his water drowns me safely.
Who is this man who shares my eyes -
My velvet color -
Who can reach inside a dark home and find light?
Am I betraying the soul I love
or am I simply trailing my fingers
through the emerald grass
and remarking in the sensation.
His arms, strong as his will
take me in and out of ramblings
with no promises of tomorrow
but the hope of creating new life
to rejoice in.
His lazy touch strokes the ache of my heart
And gives permission to feel,
Feel everything,
Especially the greenest grass,
so beautiful,
It almost hurts to look.
