the inevitability of wrinkled bedsheets

comfort in your eyes

"hey, are you okay?" she asks

she puts her arms around me

and pulls my head to her chest

i can feel her heart beating

i can hear the thunder sound

it's rhythmic and calming

"no," i reply

i want to say more

but i can't say more

but she doesn't need any more

she sighs

and holds me close

i cling to her for dear life

because she's my dear wife

"i thought that maybe you'd be okay now,"

she sounds so wistful

and her voice breaks

(my heart breaks too

because i'm letting her down)

i look up at her face

her blue eyes stare back at me

the universe sleeps in those eyes

so beautiful and awakening

(isn't that what i want?

to awaken my restless giant?)

"but," i kiss her, those soft soft lips

"i'm more okay than i was before,

isn't that a start?"