Phone to ear I sit
As her nocturnal breath exchange occurs
Her last words quiet...drifting… then S I L E N T
And I wonder, as her breath teeters between exhalation and a snore
What floats into that pretty little head of hers?
I send her my love as the R.E.M approaches
In my mind I take hold of her hips and pull her into “her spot”
I wrap my arms tight around her
Kiss her shoulder
Whisper “Alfalfa”
It’s quite clear that I adore this woman
I cherish the view of her that I’m allowed to see
Such beauty and depth
Such growth of mind and spirit
Such complexity and simplicity
My ear receives the gift of her sleeping breath
She will awaken with an “I love you” note tacked on the door of her heart.