One of my favorite things in life...naps with my husband...an indulgence that feels at once mundane...and other-worldly...
A few years ago for our anniversary, I gave him a Brian Andreas sculpture of a wooden angel...on her wing it says...
"I read once
that the ancient
Egyptians had fifty
words for sand & the
Eskimos had a hundred
words for snow. I wish
I had a thousand words
for love, but all that
comes to mind is the way
you move against me
while you sleep
& there are
no words
for that."
No, there aren't.