I Followed

She wore my white shirt
Open to the navel
And nothing else.

Morning light streamed
Through the window
Silhouetting her body
While she leaned
Against the doorpost
Arms folded beneath
Her breasts.
I don’t remember breathing.

There are moments
Requiring no conversation.

This was one of those moments.

Time slowed.
There is not one thing
In all of creation
More beautiful than her.

Ever.

She allowed me a long
A very long
Look.

Saying nothing
She slowly turned
And walked into the bedroom.

I guess you know
I followed.