More Sure

It spills over your face,
The golden light.
Accents every feature,
Every lovely feature.
This is crazy.
Us, here, together.
So crazy, that it seems sane.
So much sane, that
I completely trust the craziness.
You wake, slowly opening your eyes.
Turning to me and you smile,
A sly grin actually.
Like you know what I am thinking.
You understand me.
You reach your hand up,
And kiss me.
So softly.
As if you are cementing
Our unspoken decision.
And I couldn't be
More sure
About anything.

by Sarah Miller

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