the sun rushed through the window
silent and sudden and bright
but I woke slow and easy
the only care I had in the world
was right there next to me
I didn't even have to turn my head
to see yours on my chest
I was warm and safe
you were sweet and sleeping
we were both happy, content,
and completely at peace
and everything was good
because everything had turned out
how it should be
I slipped my hand off your naked hip
and out of the covers
and admired it
the dark metal wrapped around my finger
what it symbolized was worth more
than what the tangible thing
was actually worth
I slid my hand back under the covers
and found yours on my stomach
and took it out
to look at it
to look at our rings
together
because that's how it should be
that's how we should be
together
you stirred at the sudden cold
and kicked me
but I laughed
and felt a little guilty
because I'm sure
whatever you were dreaming about
was wonderful
you opened your eyes slowly
and said my name
and everything was good
because everything had turned out
how it should be
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BURN (Wattys2015?)
Poetry"Poetry...is thoughts that breathe and words that burn."--Thomas Gray "Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash." --Leonard Cohen Poems on the tough stuff in life. Poems on the crazy good stuff in li...
