Tuesday, March 17, 2015


Monumentous events can be everyday moments
and everyday moments can be monumentous events
the first time your eyes met mine
was a monumentous event
I will always
exactly how you looked at me
how easily your soft hand slipped into mine
Darlin, I think that is when your heart slipped into mine
When we are together
every moment is momental
because no amount of moments is enough
When we are 400 miles apart
I close my eyes and I am instantly with you
When we are 40 miles apart
I cannot catch my breath
When we are 4 miles apart
my heart beat sends earthquake shakes
that rock my body back and forth
and ripple down each limb
When we are 4 feet apart
my skin vibrates and stands up to reach for you

When you are in my arms
I cannot tell where my ends and your begins
When I am in your arms
my thoughts relax into slow motion
The scent of your skin
makes me breathe you in
so deeply
so slowly
so completely
as if I have never smelled anything before
savoring every nuance to store
in my monumental memory
never to forget
When you are in my arms
the radiance of your heat makes me melt into you
makes me melt into me
letting go of any self conscious thoughts I may have had
For in those monumental moments
I am not one person anymore
When I am in your arms
I can hear your voice through your chest
through my chest
Every inhale, every sigh, every murmur
seems to go through my skin
as if I do not even need ears
I hear everything you are saying
and everything you are not saying
Feeling no need to respond
only to listen to the sublime reverberation
When you are in my arms
I count the soft brushes of your eyelashes on my cheek
I watch the blues continuously change
Diving into the deep ocean
every single moment I get the chance
Kiss the lids when they are closed
every single moment I get the chance
When I am in your arms
your cheek softens into mine
your lips soften into mine
your muscles soften into mine
your skin softens into mine
my pulse races
my mynd fills with the momental moment
and my soul comes home
every single time

I long to lay next to you
fingers entwined
with no where to go
nothing to do
but count momental moments
I long to sit at the breakfast table
fingers entwined
coffee cups to lose count of
dishes to leave for later
I long to ride in the car
fingers entwined
waiting for a kiss at each red light
until we get lost
I long for every introduction
fingers entwined
standing proud next to you
meeting each pair of eyes
I long for every twinge of pain
fingers entwined
counting each difficult momental moment
as a gift of time that I get to be with you
I long for the deepest of sleeps
fingers entwined
legs entwined
waking to constellations
that trace across your shoulders
I long for the sound of you laughing
fingers entwined
the silence of you crying
fingers entwined
the sharp of your anger
fingers entwined
the still of your peace
fingers entwined
I long for every moment
I can imagine
I long for every moment
I cannot
I long for all the moments in between
For if every moment
is lived with this fullness
with this ease of knowing
with this natural union
with this reverence of presence
then monumentous events can be everyday moments
and everyday moments can be monumentous events

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