Comfort
By Crystal Michallet-Romero
Copyright © Monday, June 11, 2007 Crystal Michallet-Romero
All Rights Reserved
For my wife, Jessica.
The light from outside filters
through the blinds of our room
casting thin white lines
against the wall.
The cats move about silently
their paws moving sure-footed
through the silence.
The baby cat flops upon my leg,
her body rolls about in play.
In the hazy grayness of night
you reach for me.
Your foot moves towards mine.
A tentative touch,
assurance of my presence.
You mumble softly,
as the baby snuggles
between us.
When the rays of dawn
finally filter into our room,
and the bright sun
gently wakes us from slumber,
I feel the softness
of your hand in mine.
Your fingers clasp around mine,
tightly, tenderly, then
gently rests in my palm.
With a smile I open my eyes
and see your gray eyes
sparkling back at me.
Your lips curve into a familiar smile
before I move into your embrace
and the peaceful comfort
that only our contact can bring.