She's put us in Frames

She's reading Hebrews in bed. Rough was the night and nice was the moon. The wind smells like Fall. Her locked gate allows for an unlocked screen door. We're both scared shitless of those man-eating wolves because of the movie we watched last night. That new blue sweatshirt looks great on her. Her raven black hair falls to the pillow, the tips, the ends, graze my right elbow, an "angel's tickle". I can't tell if she's asleep or not. I love her like mad. The word "forever" seems easy around her. San Francisco, LA, New York, wherever seems possible. We share a blanket now. She's put us in frames. She says she loves me and I really do believe her. Her eyes tell the truth. I put my right hand on her neck and my left hand on her low back, inquiring. She arches slow. I grab her thigh then slide North to her hip hips. There's always a sweet way to wake a woman from dream. Tonight I'll try, ya I'll roll the proverbial dice. She's put the Bible down, too tired. That new blue sweatshirt looks great on her. RW