On sleepless nights I lay awake silently,
monitoring the breath expelled from his lungs
as his dreams take him to places I cannot travel.
He breathes for himself but his life is everything to me.
I imitate each breath as it comes.
Searching for a rhythm of togetherness.
Longing to become one in everything.
His warmth fills the space were isolation once taunted.
Nothing can penetrate the love sheltered by
the prison of our bed
guarded by blankets and a faith we share.
His shoulders swell ,
then stir in peaceful contentment.
In his sleep he turns and reaches for me.
Little knowing the joy that gesture creates
in my midnight vigil of harmony.
His scent floods my nose,
his sweet breath mingles with mine
I'm more then happy to share my air.
His gentleness and strength, even his weakness and doubts,
make him the perfect companion and lover for me.
There's time for us to grow together spiritually.
I trust him in all his imperfections,
because I see a good heart God leads.
He's my human patriarch,
representing how God cares for me.
My long forgotten dream
of what a husband was meant to be.
After years of enduring the trials of one.
Together...at last my lonely trek is complete.
This is how love should be.
I'm contended, to take my place.
Beside his man....night and day.
I praise God quietly
For this wonderful saint He sent my way.
I drift off to sleep, knowing a special human,
and God,
both love me.
Two love's....what could be more complete.
