Sometimes Moments Feeling

sometimes, in the quiet moments
when you fall asleep and i have yet to
i listen to your breathing
feeling as though our house is a house of God
and i am there to steal the silver

sometimes, in the painful moments
when one of us is angry at the other
i step back from the words and glances
feeling as though our room is a circus tent
and i want to laugh even through the bitterness

sometimes, in the perfect moments
when your skin is pressed to mine in need
i marvel at the fragility of what we do
feeling as though our bed is the mouth of a river
and i struggle to keep reality above the waterline

sometimes, in all the other moments
when things are easy and flowing and natural
i realize that love is work, and work is play
feeling as though our path is a staircase
and i don't care, up or down, just keep your hand in mine