The Morning

Sunlight slants through the window
making her chocolate brown hair
shine with copper undertones
A smile plays at the
corners of her mouth
as she sleeps late
on this Sunday morning
You pull her hair
back from her face
and let out a quiet
huff of breath
so as not to wake her
with your laughter as
for the umpteenth time
her unruly bangs fall
back across her
big hazel eyes
closed right now
too-long lashes tangling together
You wrap your arm around her
waist once again
and pull yourself closer to her
your chest pressing against her back
your lips kissing that coppery brown hair
and letting out a contented sigh
as she begins to wake and stir
turning herself to
kiss you good morning

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Sleepy

My head bobs
and I struggle to
stay awake
just a bit longer
with you.
I don’t really understand
what you’re saying anymore
but I know it
excites you
as much as
your voice
soothes me.
Absentmindedly
I lace our fingers together
and close my eyes
leaning on your shoulder
humming in response
to whatever you just said.
I hear you chuckle
feel you kiss my hair
wrapping your arms
around me
as I finally give in
to sleep.

On the Back of an Emily Dickinson Poem I Wrote About Your Hands

Your hands are
bigger than mine
your fingers
wrapping around mine
with ease as we
lie in bed
a tangle of
sheets and blankets and
pillows and limbs
or walk through the grocery store
discussing what I’ll make for dinner
and what you can
do to help
In the evening they
find their way to my hips
and I move them
your right hand on my back
your left holding mine
and we dance slow circles
in the living room
stopping more and more often
to kiss until
that is all we’re doing
We wander to bed
and I sit with your
arm around me
your fingers
combing through my hair
reading you poetry by
Galway Kinnell until
I’m half-asleep and you
tuck me in
one last kiss goodnight before you
turn the light out and
press yourself to me
as we fall asleep
your hands holding mine

First Snow

You cross your arms
and bury your face
in the grey scarf
I knitted you
as we stand outside and
watch the snow fall.
I put a hand
on your shoulder and
lead you back inside
to the kitchen
where my mother has
made us mugs of tea.
I can see the
wonderment in your face
as you sip the
steaming liquid
still staring out the window.
It’s your first real snowfall
and I lost count of
how many I’ve seen
years ago
but as we warm our
stiff fingers by the fire
it’s like my first time seeing it
all over again.

Faith in Forever

Her eyelids droop
and you can tell she’s
struggling to stay awake
You close the book
and she tries to tell you to
keep reading
but you are settling yourself
under the quilt
and turning out the light
pulling her into you so her
head is on your shoulder
your arm around her back
With your other hand
you take hers
hold it to your heart
as you hum a lullaby
She sighs as she
gives in to sleep
and you lie
awake in the dark
her warm breath
tickling your collarbones
as you wonder how
nights like this became your
every night
when you thought you had
lost your faith in
forever.

Perhaps she became it.

Daddy

I watch as you

slowly kill yourself

not even realizing you’re doing it.

You don’t understand

what the problem is

or that there’s even a problem to begin with

And it scares me to think

that you can’t see

the monster

eating you from within

Mockingbirds

My insecurities plague me
pecking at my mind
like mockingbirds
imitating the calls
of thoughts I
had in passing
making them
echo in my head.

I think I will
let them feast
on what’s left of my sanity
so that perhaps I can
go back to thinking
everything is okay
and truly believe it again.

Insomnia

Thunder makes the house shake

and I lie awake in my bed

wishing sleep were an option

but something intangible keeps me awake

anxious over nothing and everything

all at once…

 

Perhaps the rain that accompanies this storm

will be kinder

a softer lullaby to soothe my nerves

pattering on the roof

making the sky’s tears replace my own.

Grey Eyes

It’s strange to think
about how you’ll
never truly
see your own eyes
only ever
reflections and pictures.
You’ll never see how
truly beautiful they are
how they light up
when you’re excited
how soft they seem
when you’re sleepy and content.

I never knew I could
fall so deeply
in love with
a color
much less grey
until I
saw your eyes.
Grey is not just stone
but storm clouds and rainclouds
It’s the waves of the ocean
when the sun has just set
It’s dove feathers and
mountain peaks
and it’s the color of
the most beautiful
eyes I’ve ever seen
The eyes of the boy I
fell in love with.