October 18, 2009

It's six am and I'm exhausted.
But I can't miss this opportunity to open my eyes and look.
The profile of his face is contrasted by the growing light in the window.
I map and memorize every line.
I study intensely, the language of his breathing.
The energy pulsing from me is so strong, I fear it will wake him.

I am eternally grateful to the universe.
When we coalesced from star dust, it created a sacred space.
A niche in his arms for me to collapse into.