Sun splashes across our bed.
We wake, slowly unwrapping our tangled selves,
Shifting, intertwining again in a different position.
Your eyes gradually open; the bluest eyes I’ve ever seen.
Your slow smile warms me, and I smile in return.
This is what it’s like to wake up with you.
At work, you leisurely stroll through my mind a thousand times.
You’re my favorite daydream.
My key turns in the lock after a busy day.
The smell of coffee and the music of your guitar
Greet me at the door.
This is what it’s like to come home to you.
You make a silly face, pull your pants up to your chest
Just to make me laugh.
Laughter and love always fill our home.
It feels like peace in your arms.
This is what it’s like to be home with you.
Honesty fills our home,
Acceptance is our style.
Being with you is serenity
Joy in who we are
Individually and together
Being ourselves in complete tranquility.
This is what it’s like to be married to you.–Christina Knowles