Its The Simple Things...

I like the way
her knees
leave prints
on my bedspread
as she crawls
her way up
over the ranges
my legs make
under the covers
until she is
safe in my arms.

I like the way
she smiles when
waking up
from a sleep
on my side
of the bed
on a cold winter
afternoon when I
come home from
chasing a ball
with other fools.

I like the way
she hums quietly
while cooking
or doing other
house chores
that we put off
until we have
to finally give
in to feigning
a vague sense
of domesticity.

I like the way
she rubs me
in the small
of my back
without me
having to ask
or cajole or
bribe her with
promises of
reciprocity or
chocolate buds.