the other things

sure,

you tell me

you love me

and

say it

at the right times,

somehow

knowing when i

need to hear it,

and yeah,

you’ll give

me a kiss

when you walk

through the door

knowing

i need to feel

your angelic softness

to calm my anxiety

from a day

of fabricated stress,

and it’s true,

you’ll wrap your

flawless body

around me

in the morning

when we

wake and

open our

dream weary

eyes next

to one another

caffeinating me

with your

electric touch,

but

it’s when

you hold

and comfort

my

mangled, butchered

feet and legs

when you’re

not thinking

about anything else,

and when

you rub my head

with your uneven

nails

as we watch

mindless television

(what’s new on Netflix?)

and when

you fix me a

sandwich

seasoned with

ingredients borne

from love

when I don’t even

know I need to eat –

it’s those

things,

the intangibles

embedded

within the

tangibles,

that mean

the world to me,

and it’s why

I’ll love you

forever.

 

-JDR-

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jonathandeanrichie

Recently moved back to the States after living 16 months in Vietnam. I write to remove the thoughts trapped in the cobwebs of my psyche before the spider envelopes me whole.

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