I have told myself a million times
that “this is the best moment in my life.”
I have sworn, billions of times
that leaves never seemed to fall
like this before, that rain never
felt so good on my skin.

It's just the fit.
Like we were factory made.
My hand fits perfectly into the
small of your back.
You fit against my contours, as
though you were molded, or I was,
into a shape convenient to the
purpose.

Sometimes, when you breath out,
your eyes flicker slightly.
Like the end of a first date.
They aren't sure if they should
stay or go.
I watch as you mumble and
fall back asleep. Re adjusting so
you won't have to sleep with your hair
pushed against your neck by my elbow.

You rested against the pillow.
Sweaty and smiling. Your cheeks
flushed, your eyes half closed from
the exertion. You looked wonderful.
Messy hair and tired eyes.
Wonderful.
It was the million and first
best moment of my life.