comfortable

You say, "It's really comfortable with you, like really easy"
I agree,
and we stare deeper into these new eyes that are filled with so much wonder and so much unknown.

Yours are hazelnut cream, transparent and sparkling.
I think you've said 10 times how beautiful my eyes are, a solar eclipse, but I see flowers,
and of course.

You keep saying, "Sweetheart", and it's strange since I placed a pink 'sweetheart' with the word 'YES' imprinted on it, on our fire altar.

It lingered there through all the prayer, tears, screams, constipation, laughs, hugs, dancing.

And then, when it was time to go, I slipped it in my pocket, and now, here it lays sugary and sweet by my bedside, as you text me "goodnight, sweetheart".

and you would never have known,

but nobody has called me that before.

You said, "We must have already loved each other before we met, that's the only explanation"

Ears perk, eyes narrow in (cookoo? or truth filled?)

but shapes only fit in holes already carved out for them, and we've been carving our perfect shapes for months.

so, maybe,
you have a point.

You call me today, even though you are sick.
You want to know how I am, how my progress is going.

I tell you the good news, you light up.
And you praise me. Wow, how you praise me!

When I see you, you lift me up, with that hug, kiss, lift that I always wished for and never got.

My discernment bracelet fell off,

it might be in your bed.

Easy kisses, and lingering moments, minutes, seconds that feel like forever.

Something is moving the time, and our fingers dig deeper into each others backs.

yes, yes, we are present.

I say, "I'm not thinking, with you, I don't have to think!"

My whole body curious,
my whole being free and silly.

Goofy and unleashed, and that's my recipe for connection.

So we laugh together in bed,
and say, "That was a really good minute we just had, wasn't it?"