Fulfilled

Nowadays

Everything is a poem

The getting up at daybreak

The laying down at midnight

Your sharp seafoam eyes

Your tousled spiral curls 

Any and every meal we share

Sitting across from one another

Or shuffling in at a bar top 

Everything is a poem

The words you whisper softly 

With your tongue in my ear

Or the ones you scream

While deep inside me

The sounds that leave your mouth 

When laughter is insuprressable

Or the subtle ones that our sweaty bodies make together

Making love

Everything is a poem

One I could write with eyes closed

and recite on command

Squishing words to match emotions that are not designed to fit inside

Mere language

Yours or mine

Whether walking, running, skating, or crawling

The journey is: 

Effortless, breezy, easy 

In a sky full of clouds

Glossing over heaven and earth 

All I see is sunlight

You tell me this is what fulfilment feels like

And I beam, thinking: 

Everything is a beautiful f*****g poem