{and even after 16 years together}
i melted into a little throbbing puddle on the floor...
that black t shirt
and barely there beard {whisker scratches}
jeans that are threadbare and faded and worn
black baseball cap
worn backwards
just the way i like it...
those high cheekbones
and funny shy giggle when i told him
how i felt when i saw him come in
he said he had just taken off his
shiny-mirrored-aviator-reminds-me-of-a-seventies-cop
{in a good, good way}
sunglasses before he came in the door...
is it wrong
that after this long
he can still do this to me
butterflies and giggles
shy smiles and shared secrets...
it can't be wrong.
it feels too right.