today is four months. we’ve known each other for four months. it feels like we met yesterday and a hundred years ago.

and i think it’s because of flow.

day to night to day. continuity.

we fall asleep together, talking, slipping into dream. and we wake in reverse. cob-webby stories linger behind our flitting lids as we speak through groggy morning smiles. we swap the sparks that still fire from last night’s show and tumble into each other’s heart thumping rhythms, rising together to greet not another day, but  the next moment, and the next and the next again.

for two forevers.

you into me into you.

flow.

Every moment with you is time spent fully, completely, utterly.  We exhaust the seconds as they pass into minutes, hours, days…three months now, going on four.  There is no more waiting, being patient, living “in the meantime.”  It’s here, now, the life we envisioned when we were fresh faced and certain and full of expectation.  Just sitting quietly with you, sipping hot brews while the steam clears the last of the groggy night from our morning voices, makes me feel alive and vibrant with anticipation and appreciation of another chance to walk in this world with you.

I love the way you bound into a room, smiling like a Peanut’s character in mid-dance, scooping me up in your wide open arms, smooshing me into a giggling fit of unconfined joy and holding me until we both are too blissful to move.

With you, i am finally living, spending every day as if the supply of good times is infinite, not to be rationed, and never to be taken for granted.

i love life with you.

at night, i find things to do that keep my thoughts bustling and distracted and  far from sleep. I google, make shopping lists, organize the silverware, design a mother-in-law suite remodel for the basement.  It’s never more than 6 minutes, I’m told, from my head hitting the pillow to the jerkey little hand, arm, head movements that dance me into sleep.  But here is another one of those things that we’re sure would make others hate us (smug is good):  beneath the alternative down comforter with a 90 lb monster aligned snuggly against me, spine to spine, i reach for you and roll to the place you would be if you were here and not there with two little love muffins negotiating the nooks and crannies of your heat-pumping body, conforming to the curves and angles and gentle slopes my heat-seeking hands would otherwise be exploring.

For six minutes i stumble down the gravelly path toward sleep, with every exhale bringing me a breath closer to morning and breaking light and the expectation and anticipation of another day spent thinking about coming home to you.

the warm glow of the christmas tree lights shine softly on your face, your eyes blink slowly above the perfect curve of your cheek, your nose, your lips; you turn slowly toward me, aware you’re being watched, suddenly shy and sexy and so, so mine…

to the keeper of my keys:
my thoughts,
random and randy,
off the cuff and from the heart,
breezy and bolted to the floor boards of this place of
hope, love, lust, anticipation, and real life stuff
we call home.

visit me here.
stay with me forever
and forever again.

be mine.