No Change, my Love

‘What if?’

Your sleeping form lies still beside me

unawakened by my wakened thoughts

Curious ideas unexplored come alive

as the morning rays caress my face.

I turn to you.

‘What if...?’

What if everything were tossed around,

the roles switched from the way we began?

What if I were your woman, your wife?

And you - my loving husband, my man?

What kind of man, I wonder, would you be?

I smile at the images that come to me.

Would you actively

charm and woo, try to pursue

my heart to claim it to be yours?

A dapper gentleman with slick contours

that sweeps me of my feet?

Or would you perhaps

flex muscles,

throw smiles,

smolder and smize

with those beautiful bright breathtaking eyes?

Those breathtaking eyes...

I chuckle at the thought of you being 'the big man'

puffing up your petite form, impose yourself on me in any way you can.

I wonder then:

could I be anthing like you?

As if on cue

you sigh and turn on your side.

I study the woman I lay beside,

the person that stepped into my life unterrified,

And diversified

my mundane

boring

depressed life.

Your mesmerizing magnetism I could never emulate

Nor could I ever emanate

the charm

the grace

That easygoing beauty you unknowingly interlace

in every word, thought, thing you do.

You.

You’d remain the same.

How could anything change

the purest human being I know?

And all my clear thoughts go

as your gentle gaze meets mine.

That look of undeserved love.

That warm glaze glimmering in eyes

half-lidded with unrestrained trust.

The single glances that convince me again

of us.

'Close them dear', I whisper.

I lean to pull you in.

Nothing could change my woman, my love.

No...

Not a thing.