pieces of you
I watched you sleep this morning. I always was the early riser, while you liked to take your time in bed, and get up when you were good and ready. I'd be out on a run, or making coffee while you were sound asleep.
Not this time though. I sat and watched you sleep, your chest moving slowly up and down, a small smile playing at your tiny heart shaped lips, the sheet accentuating your perfect, womanish form beneath the covers. A strong body that has bore children, that has welcomed me home so many times, yet the softness of our comforter, that enfolds me everynight within its depths, that takes me in whole, in numerous ways.
Your clothing tossed across our room, small reminders that you live there as well, that we share everything. Your stockings, your perfume, even your small, travel sized case of tampons. But I never mind.
Your beauty never ceases to amaze me. When you're gardening in the yard, full of sweat and labor, strands of hair in your eyes, or when you've just woken up, your hair a complete tumult of unruly waves and your eyes all half lidded, just barely opened. And just when I think it's all a dream, I wake up and there you are, right there beside me, and then I wonder;
How on earth did I ever catch an angel?
Not this time though. I sat and watched you sleep, your chest moving slowly up and down, a small smile playing at your tiny heart shaped lips, the sheet accentuating your perfect, womanish form beneath the covers. A strong body that has bore children, that has welcomed me home so many times, yet the softness of our comforter, that enfolds me everynight within its depths, that takes me in whole, in numerous ways.
Your clothing tossed across our room, small reminders that you live there as well, that we share everything. Your stockings, your perfume, even your small, travel sized case of tampons. But I never mind.
Your beauty never ceases to amaze me. When you're gardening in the yard, full of sweat and labor, strands of hair in your eyes, or when you've just woken up, your hair a complete tumult of unruly waves and your eyes all half lidded, just barely opened. And just when I think it's all a dream, I wake up and there you are, right there beside me, and then I wonder;
How on earth did I ever catch an angel?