Missing most the tender moments The moments your hand slides to my knee and squeezes just enough to let me know that even when your eyes are focused on the future on the road we are traveling down together you are glad I am by your side.
My mind is locked in the moments where our souls spark and bounce between our eyes. Just the slow moments where time moves like molasses and we can swim in the static created by the meeting of lips.
The golden light between our bodies splashes across home walls as we move apart before slamming home together.  
Safe in the cave of sheets, the sound muffled by the secret moments we create.
Laughter ripples from the top of my body to the bottom stopping to vibrate as if you pour happiness straight into me. Cleaning our hands by rubbing them together under the never-ending spout of love we have built here in the ancient remains of all the others who have done the same.