I woke this morning with a fullness that was not heavy.
The space between us is gentle and quiet.
The Sunlight filtered in, casting blues and yellows about the bed covers.
Your rhythmic breathing settles my soul.
I audibly breathe you in and sigh.
You pull me in and smile.
The Sun starts to shine even brighter.
I found myself smiling, my cheeks pink.
I was thinking of you.
I’m drawn to you, longing to stretch in your light.
To feel your body next to mine.
With the gentle space between us I am wanted and held close.
My heart is opening from your warmth.
Where did you come from?
Please tell me you will stay.
Belly to belly and breath to breath, we are entwined.
What a delicious place to be…
Wrap your arms around me and kiss me.
Breathe my name in a whisper.
Envelop me in your warmth.
Smooth the rough in my center.
Be gentle with my soul.
Being with you dissipates the clouds over my head.
Your boyish smile is infectious. Your eyes are bright and shine with happiness.
Charming and engaged, you make me laugh.
I like the way your beard feels against my face when we kiss, the way my hand feels in yours, and the way you look at me.
Your arms, strong from years in the ring, lift me off the ground and pull me close.
My heart beats faster. And I feel secure.
Tuning into you, I can feel the Sunshine again.
One of the things I love most about you is the look of amusement in your eyes and how you laugh, your soul knowing life is wild and you need to just hold on and enjoy it.
Your tears tell your story too.
You are an amazing testament to surviving the unexpected. And survive you do.
You are a force of love in this world.
Body battered and soul tired, you never stop giving.
I see your kindness. I see your efforts.
I see you care so much it can pain you.
I also see the difference you make.
You are unwavering in your loyalty.
You have been there with me inside my dark.
Your honesty and straightforward voice keep me grounded.
You don’t judge, but you see clearly and tell me what I need to hear. You pull me out of my victim role.
You love wide, you care unconditionally, and you are beautiful.
I see the Light pour out of your being. It is far-reaching in its glow.
I am grateful for you.
You are one of a kind and I would be lost without you.
I asked if you put me in a box.
You nodded, your beautiful face turned toward me, you whispered yes.
I asked if you keep my things out or are they put away too?
You know what I’m asking.
You say the bracelet is on my coatrack.
Where will you put it when you move offices?
You smile and say, I suppose it will go in a drawer, I don’t get to keep the coatrack.
That bracelet.
It has become a talisman of sorts. Hanging there giving off my protective powers.
Its delicate gold chain, the links that bind us.
The charms, hanging from it, clinking against each other like us when we’re close.
I tried to take it back when you left.
It belongs to you now. A piece for your private collection.
“Kitty Bracelet, Worn by Her” could be the title.
Priceless and dear to your heart.
I imagine you touch it. Probably out of habit. A small stab to your heart, a quick reminder of love lost. And of me.
Funny how I left it in your office for the day. It had been banging against my keyboard all morning. I took it off at lunch, and the next day it was hanging from a branch on your coatrack.
You keep almost all the parts of me hidden away. You push me to the back of your mind.
But that small golden circle is the amount of space you allow your heart to stay raw and open.
The time it takes you to touch it and see my face in your mind is only a few heartbeats.
You can feel my essence pour out of it.
Our love as an infinite loop.
That last link to me.
Pieces of me you can’t let go of.
Yours to keep.
I’ve seen you cry.
But so rarely for yourself.
Your empathy is vast. Your strength is immense.
Your heart is filled with love and understanding.
You are justice-centered and unendingly patient.
I know your life can be hard. I know it can be painful.
My dear friend, I see you. I know you.
You have held my hand during my deepest pain.
You are the only one who can always make me laugh, even during the very worst times of life.
Always.
You get me.
We have shared our lives. Our children are bound.
You have held me up when I couldn’t stand, knocked down by life or the bottle.
You have cleaned me up and dusted me off.
You push me forward and hold me close.
Your voice is familiar and comforting.
And you don’t judge me for my mothering tactic of fixing everything with candy.
You take the wild ride of your own life, the hardships, the pain, but the love too, and watch it spin on your turntable, “We Got the Beat” keeping time as you sing along and dance through it all.
You inspire me. And bring color into my world.
I cannot imagine my life without you.
Sit beside me in my dark and love me through the night.
Wake with me in the morning and love me in the light.
I want to stay in your embrace. Your arms are warm and comforting.
I want to inhale you. Your scent is familiar and heady.
I want to kiss you until the last name on your lips is mine.
I want to breathe into each other until all that remains is the sound of our heartbeats, the merging of our souls, and the Universe spread wide in our eyes.