Saturday, April 12

A Poem #3

arrives unannounced.
scrubs my sinkful of dishes
presses his palms into my soles
orders in
confides and argues and laughs with me
kisses my face while we watch the lightning
pulls the covers over while we listen to rain
wake up.
go for a walk
go to the farmer's market
and come back home
smile at him on the couch, reading.
make us a breakfast to be eaten slowly
How quickly my guard came down.
How right it all feels.

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