Eleven AM

Soft, slow, and sweet are the neck kisses you give me. A velvety delicate touch tracing my silhouette with whispered fingers. The love in ourselves oozes into everything else, it's everywhere else. The sun gives a beautiful, marvelous hello bringing a radiance only a sun filled with love could do. The sun is love too. The sheets caress us softly while wrapping us up in a tight hug, like that of a small child. The sheets are love too. The pillows embrace is the best I've ever known. Like the sky gave a gift of the most impeccable cloud. The sky sees love too. The breeze swings through the slightly open window bringing the chimes outside to sing. The breeze sends love too. The birds tweet on the branches of the immense weeping willow neighboring us and the window. The birds and the willow give love too. We are surrounded by love because we love ourselves and that allows us to love one another. Here we are with no more broken dreams and no more broken hearts. Giving and receiving the love we should have always felt deserving of. We are true and the evidence is all around us. This is the life we created just by being vulnerable and free. It wasn't always easy but we knew it would be. While the trees and the seas and the birds and the bees feel love too. I love me and I love you. I see myself in you. It's the love in you, I recognize it too. Just like the rain and the clouds and everything living that's around. We see it cause we believe it, and we are love too.