I wonder if you know
that you are a lucky man?
To savour her in her most vulnerable state;
asleep and naked, in your bed.
I wonder if you realise your own good fortune,
to be able to watch her brush her damp hair,
that sticks to her moist skin.
Fresh from the shower!
Your towel is all that she has
wrapped around her.
It kills me inside, just a little bit and sadly not enough,
to know the sounds that she makes,
are all for you to hear.
From the noisy sips of her coffee,
to her laughter,
her muffled sobbing behind cupped palms,
her exasperated moans when she scrunches her face tightly, oh
and her explosions…
Yes, you get to hear them all.
I wonder if you have come to realised yet,
what a lucky man you are.