Contentment

the way your eyes light up at the crank
of passion or the crinkles on your face
that is not due old age. It is

Happiness

in your grasp. It is not
a fleeting moment; rather
a period of calm awareness that
you simply cannot reject.

It is when a smile escapes your adoring
face, the way you purse your dainty lips
together trying to hold it in.
Oh darling, I see it. No shame in that there.

It is when you find yourself so comfortable in
a lover's embrace of space your shoulders
find not necessary to hold stiff. Your body
is charmed, certainly so.

It is the steady rise and fall of your chest
the unintentional tensing of your arms as you
fold them, trying to keep to yourself not because
you feel cold. On the contrary --

Warmth. You feel warmth wrapping your shoulders,
your arms, your torso... And in the midst of that you
realize not that your heart is already
enveloped in dear, dear contentment.