Like a lego
might make a click
when fit together
with another perfect match

or the cracking of the wood
as a *****
fits neatly with in its grain.

Or how the shoulder
makes a pop
when fit back into it's socket

My favorite noise in the world
is that
small
comfortable
grunt of approval
when your head fits neatly
into the space
between my arm
and my torso.

And our legs entwine
like a perfect
length of rope
and our bodies -
like two pieces of a puzzle
lay still
and quiet.

And our hearts
synchronize;
the rising and falling
of our chests
with each breath,
make like two gears
in a perfectly oiled watch
that keep each other going
with no hard work at all.

That noise,
that small
tiny
perfect noise
that lets me know
you are content
exactly where you are
and have no
intent
on going any where
any time soon
and that feeling
that I get
when this little piece
of blissful
knowledge
enters my brain
is better than any feeling...
any drug
any rest
any stretch
any work out
any piece
of perfectly crafted pie
and I want to own it
and bottle it
and take it out
and sell it
for thousands and thousands of dollars
so that I can buy you
the biggest bed in the world
and place it on the moon
so that we can snuggle more
and more
and more
and more
and so that I can have that feeling for ever.