half dressed sitting

somehow ending up half dressed sitting 

on the kitchen floor 

nursing you, 

i am presented with the opportunity 

to savour 

the sunshine that falls on my legs.

the chores of the day must 

fall away 

as your immediate need 

pins me down 

to the moment.

with a coffeed mind and arm out of reach to skip it,

a melancholy song has me weeping,

re-minded

that someday soon your skin so soft sometimes i can't feel it

will wrinkle.

the day was booked before i even woke up

but now 

i have been presented with the opportunity 

to sit silent 

and listen to your breaths,

to allow the warm laundry to go unfolded

for the moment.