It was the middle of the night. The scent of our sex earlier that evening lingered in the room. I woke thirsty and with a full bladder. I took care of both and then reclined beside you again, complaining mildly to myself about it being 3 am and wide awake.
As I lay there, you reached for me, enfolding me in your arms. The emotion of your arms was full of love, full of welcome. You held me close, so utterly vulnerable as you slept. I thought how you feel safe with me…your reach for me, even in your repose expresses so clearly what’s in your heart.
I lay thinking how beautiful that is…how beautiful you are.