The Knowing

Consciousness
Slow awareness
Soft light creeping its way through the window
sun rising in time with my own awakening.

Rubbing a hand over my face
my senses are assailed
by the scent of you
still lingering on my fingers.
I am aware
of the sound of you breathing beside me
overwhelmed by the constant joy
of your presence in my life
by the joy of ‘knowing’…

Knowing that if I reach out my hand
those same fingers would once again
re-live the softness of your skin

Knowing that if I open my eyes
They would once again
re-live the gentle beauty of your face

Knowing that if I move my head
my lips would once again
re-live the sweetness of your taste

Knowing that if I turn myself
my body would once again
re-live the breathless sensation of your skin on mine

Inexorably this knowledge rushes through me
filling me
recent memory steering the journey
until every part of me
is completely immersed
in thoughts and memories
of you

Turning my head to watch as you sleep
my mind struggles to form the words
that will convey to you
the joy that envelops my every waking moment,
poor substitutes
for the ‘knowing’ that lives inside me,
for the ‘rightness’ of you falling asleep in my arms,
for the sound of your barely audible ‘I love you’
just as sleep overcomes you…

Thank you for the gift:
of your smile
of your laugh
of your happiness
of your touch
of your kiss
of your love
of you.