In the morning when my woman wakes up she doesn’t ask for five more minutes, but reaches instead for me.
In the sun before the day my woman does not make oatmeal for one but two.
When it is raining my woman remembers umbrellas when my mind is too full of slush, and she holds them for me when I drop what I need.
When I hurry my woman thinks of those things I cannot think of.
When I stumble my woman fixes my words.
When I hate my woman puts her love into my hands and reminds me how to be what I am not.
When we fight my woman tells me I am wrong when I am wrong and tells me I am right when I am right, and never loses herself in the inbetween.
When we make dinner we pretend to fight, and my woman always wins.
In the nighttime when my mind races my woman pulls the tension out of me with a hand.
I sleep, and my woman sleeps with me.
In the morning she will ask not for five more minutes but for me.
This made me smile. I like the way it comes full circle.
Your tenderness really comes through.
Sweet jumpin baby frogs, Christopher. You should marry that woman before she gets away.