To Remember The Warmth of You

Is Enough

I roll over.

Your face is turned away from me; your backside now tucked snug against my hip. My foot curls around your ankle, my toes lay parallel with yours.

I love laying like this. Together. In sync. In silence. In the early morning light.

I listen to your breathing, soft and regular, in rhythm with the sound of the surf against the rocks I can also hear from our open window.

I wrap my free arm around you and pull you in closer. I press my stomach more firmly against your back, and you stir slightly, then nestle back in, your breathing once again steady and familiar.

I love that I can smell the scent of your hair like this, and the slightly male sweatiness and odor of you I love so much.

My nose presses in against your neck as I breathe you in.

I think my body will always remember the shape of you, the warmth of you, pressed against me, as we spoon together in the early morning light; even long after my mind might forget you as I age and we grow older.

It is enough.

To live for these moments.

To remember these moments.

Appreciate them.

The small things. Little things. But, so important.

Good morning, my love.

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