The poem prompt is “comfort”. I knew exactly what I was going to say before I even began writing this poem. Happy International Poetry Month.
That warm spot on your back
when we cuddle together in bed.
The feeling of your fingers threading
through my hair, lulling my tsunami
Your breath on my neck.
The hugs where I just bury my face
into your chest and the world disappears.
Mutually assured rubbed feet
as we watch our favorite shows.
The way you hold me after the nightmares,
Your hand in mine.
The knowledge of forever.
Knowing this is forever,
knowing I can be myself,
my weird, goofy self,
and I will never lose this.