Perfect Moment

It’s morning…

I haven’t opened my eyes yet but I feel the ghosts of his fingerprints over my back

I’m tangled in nothing but sheets with the sunrise dominating our room

I feel the hints of a tiny smile begin to form on my lips but my eyes remain closed

He’s following his own pattern as he uses my body as his canvas

I feel the loops and the curves of the letters and pictures he’s creating on my skin

He’s so focused on what he’s doing that he still doesn’t notice the smile on my face

I love these moments…

These rare moments in time where nothing exists but us

And just when I’m about to let him know that I’m awake, he begins to speak

He tells me he loves me

He explains to me how he can’t live without me

He goes so far into his feelings that I’m left speechless

To anyone on the outside looking in, they would probably call him crazy

But I’ll call it what it is….

Honesty

Vulnerability

Heartfelt sentiments that just found its voice

I’ll call it loving a man who is not perfect

A man who is just a man

And when I finally open my eyes and turn to face him, I know that all vulnerability will be vacant

I won’t push him to tell me

I won’t even let him know I was awake

I’ll just smile and kiss him as we profess our love the best way we know how

Because the next time he says the wrong thing or forgets an anniversary, I will remember this morning

And I will know in my heart that this man loves me

Unconditionally

Irrevocably

And as unforgiving as he knows how

Because this morning he showed me his soul

He laid down his heart and gave it to me on a silver platter

And any imperfections, mistakes, or forgetfulness on his part doesn’t even begin to take the place of that

I am loved….deeply and passionately

….And I know it

-Nique