Day 27 In the Middle of Making Love by Lexi Flint
The morning sun shines through the window blind
blinding me, it is too bright, too early to get up
I refuse to open my eyes.
Beneath the flannel sheetsI feel you caress,
warming my body with you gentle touch
(I may never go to work if you keep doing that)
I stretch, yawn and pull you closer to me
longing to feel your touch
but in the middle of making love
there is a knock at the door
I open my eyes and laugh
for it happens every time
kids just seem to know the perfect time to interrupt
our time of getting reacquainted.
Our time of reaffirming our “us-ness”
“Just a minute!” I sing.
“But mommy I have to go potty!” the little one says through the door.
“Go downstairs!” Daddy yells clearly frustrated.
“But Mom…!” a muffled voice replies, “It’s occupied!”
I open my eyes, kiss you on the cheek and laugh
as I get out of our soft warm bed.
Before unlocking the door I turn back and give you a little squeeze.
“When is our next vacation?”