And in the middle of a moment,
I open my eyes to see him
**** his head to one side,
making that face that
after so long is still indescribable,
and hear him say carefully -
      
          And I'm just thinking about how much you are made for me.

I smile a wiggly little smile -
the kind without any teeth,
the kind with eyebrows
pushed together because of
the sweetness of a thought,
while a blush spreads across my cheeks.

Because in the split second
before my eyes dove into his,
I was thinking the same thing.