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Knee Kisses
Thank you,
For knee kisses, I’ve never received in my life.
For strange cakes, I’ve never really eaten. I lied, I did but only when they were hot.
For reading contracts, god’s sake, so boring.
For killing logistics, the only thing I save.
For empty moments, yes they are precious.
For staring eyes, glued foreheads, I fell asleep too close to you, you know I never do, but your magnet kept me close in too-late-nights.
For cleaning in the places I forgot, or never reached or never wanted to admit they’re dirty.
For walking the dogs, for loving the dogs, for taking care of the kids. Us.
For cooking beans, my safety meal when I am away, away from my head.
For being my partner.
For being my roommate.
For being my friend.
For being there for me, when I wasn’t for myself, neither for you.
For washing, hanging, folding clothes.
For giving me to wash your underwear, they are very small.
For teaching me to be more humble, more human, more me.
For not teaching me anything and just letting me be.
For listening for hours and hours without a road map.
For staring at me for minutes and minutes after a sex nap, even when I closed my eyes first.
For forgiving me for stretching the limits of our mutual agreement, my personal values, and your trust in me.
For pouring tears sometimes instead of being angry at me.
For getting the fan in your face because I wrestle mosquitoes in my private internal sauna.
For eating the leftovers…
