Unexpected Gifts

It's in the little things,

making out on the couch like teens

after twelve years of marriage

till my lips feel collagen full

and I am satiated by you.

Or the great - skate present

the pleasing tingle that you know me

get me

and still love me for all my quirks and foibles.

Actually love me more for them.

It's the silence of my closet where I write

as the faint echo of boy's laughing seeps through the walls

an eeked murmur through the drywall that doesn't

disturb the writing you are letting me do.

Distracting our sons. Playing with them.

I love the little things, they pile up, higher

than King Midas' vault of coins.

My shiny, golden moments of pure bliss.

#poetry #love