is me is really me

They lay there, dozing, legs entwined, enjoying being in the presence of the other. That state in which endorphins have overloaded their senses and a euphoric sleepiness ensues. In whispered tones they greet one another, in-between soft, gentle kisses. Overwhelmed, she goes to turn her head away as the tears reappear, threatening to spill from her eyes when he catches her lips with his once again “shh, I’m here. No tears…” he whispers. Looking up into his cerulean blue eyes all she can do is nod and give in to the moment. Their moment. Rare as it is.