morning, baby

because it's good to remember that we are full humans who resist oppression and fight for liberation but also fall in love and experience life and all it carries

it’s our 4 month wedding anniversary and i don’t know if anyone celebrates that but i do, and i will, because joy is out there if we choose it. the nature of a long-distance relationship is one in which rituals and daily practices become an anchor, and a lifeline, and yet there can always be room for surprise and the unexpected, in even the most mundane things like a morning text message to your spouse (or, as we like to say, to the sugar in my bowl).

Note: The following is best viewed on desktop (i tried really hard to make the formatting work for mobile) :)

morning baby.

                         morn...
                         i miss your morning snuggles 
                         hands pulling me from the hips and setting my
                         body in just the right spot 
                         miss your breath on the back of my neck
                         miss your warm skin your soft deep “mmm”
                         miss your soft morning soft i miss being soft                      
                         and tender together 
                         miss the space between sleep and real life the space
                         where minutes are forever the space where you           
                         sometimes invite me with you to peek over the 
                           edge of 
                                        heaven 
                                                     and i 
                                                              come
                         with you and i peek and hold on tight because 
                         i want it to last then i 
                         cry because 
                         i never knew i could love this way and i 
                         cry because 
                         a small baby part of my heart is scared to believe it and i 
                         cry because 
                         you open me up and i want to let you all the way in and 
                         never let go and i 
                         cry because 
                         life is big and hard and devastatingly beautiful and i don’t       
                         know if i have the skin for it / my barrier is so thin 
                         (i guess they call that “sensitive”) 
                         so everything seeps in until i’m 
                                                                                                             saturated 
                         and 
                         anyway my tears fall and you don’t mind and i want you to         
                         hold me like that forever,
                         please.
                         morning, baby.