Southern Comfort I
The warmth of the air that wraps around me is an envelopment of your love.
To breathe in deep the warmth so that it not only wraps around me but fills me from the inside out.
The caressing of my hair reminds me of the beauty you find in me, and the rest I find in that moment of tenderness can never be replaced.
The tears that fall when your heart is broken from your day, broken for what I have still left to have healed is a side you only wish more could appreciate - but I know where they come from. I know their worth.
The quietest moments where you show how you have learned my heart; my soul; my deepest desires and never cease to amaze me in how you orchestrate the surprises you have for me. Always perfect. Always humbling.
To end the winter early, feel the sun's warmth, to feel a Southern breeze that revives long ago memories - a deep desire so that I can feel your showers of love more and more.
To smell the fragrances of spring; the sweet aroma of the fall - the Earth sending it's quiet petitions to you - and to grab a moment of the beauty. The lingering of the cologne that reminds me you have not so long ago been through that which was made for our enjoyment - to call of your glory.
Let the sun rise. Let the birds sing praise in the early sunrise. Let the colors of the sky proclaim the immense beginning of an artist with the greatest palette to be mixed.
And the beauty of it all - for me. To bring the greatest treasure - a smile - to my face because it sets your heart ablaze. The smallest of things the most valuable of them all - and you move everything possible to capture it.
©Kristen Garcia 2-2013
