baiser du matin

I see you sitting in the lanai. You're right there but your mind seems miles away. I stop, not wanting to interrupt your reverie. The sound of tropical birds and the soft morning surf provide a lovely sound track as I stand there, wondering what you're thinking about.

As I pour two cups of coffee I think about the things we said to each other yesterday and I wonder how much things will change. My mind drifts to the bike ride we took in the soft winter sun and the warm feeling as those last bits of winter cold melted from our bodies and minds. I spill a bit of coffee on the counter as I quake in silent laughter at us trying to ride back to the bungalow with too many bags of groceries for two people on bikes to manage.

I muse about how unfiltered we've become and how safe I feel in your presence. You have become the keeper of my deepest secrets. It should scare me but I know intuitively that my heart is safe in your hands.

I'm eternally grateful for the trust you showed when you shared so much of yourself with me. I have very strong hands and your heart is safe there. I'll hold this space for you until the last ember of the last star in the universe goes dark.

You smile at me as I struggle to carry two cups of coffee through the screen door. I mutter playful curses at the door, sit down across from you, take your hand between my own hands and get lost in the soft, sweet surrender.