As golden strands of light
Filter through the blinds
I roll over fuzzy sheets brushing my skin
Every hair on my arm glowing in the morning sunshine
I look over at him peacefully sleeping – the ring on his finger swears him to me
A few gentle kisses as I tussle his hair and he snuggles me in
We take our time
He works at the table I head to the kitchen eager to show him the delight in the simplicity of plain grits
No cheese just grits
It’s not how his mama made it and he eyes it, giving it a little sniff
He is not a breakfast person
I stir it till it cools then coax him to a taste
I see surprised delight and relief as he continues until he scrapes the bowl clean
I almost never do things the way his mother always did
I seek out every corner of his heart
The very fundamentals – of who he truly is
That is why, for him I hold,
The most sacred one can be in a man’s heart
We take our time
Delight in the simple things
Share a few kisses
And grow
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