you are my happiness project
your quiet listening
while i chop
red purple onions
into moonslivers
your laughing eyes
squeezed shut
over glasses of ice and limes
your reaching
around my belly
while I pretend to sleep
the way you pour
your skin into mine
even as it wrinkles
before our eyes
you lean towards me
create space
trust my absence
and my growing
you are the leaves
unfolding beside me
in a red dirt garden
reaching for sunlight
entwining roots
breathing light and air with me
in gratitude
i open silent buds.
This. I love:
the way you pour
your skin into mine
even as it wrinkles
before our eyes
Sheri-Lee