He
Lies next to me
His breathing blending with swaying of the trees
A comely fragrance of forever wafting around him like a costly oriental perfume
Next to me in our bed
His black hair
Growing from underneath the sheets
Contentment fills my heart
& is pumped through my veins
Like a rogue spark
Catching dry brush creating a wild fire
Of gratitude
Consuming me and feasting on my every discontent
Thankfulness takes its throne in my heart
Long live the king