Flour

You pushed your motorcycle home
Flat tire
I waited. Hands covered with flour
The kitchen wrapped me in its warm embrace
Let me feel safe
I think what I love most
Is that you’re unpredictable
I feel myself letting down emotion guards
You trap me in the physical
All else fades away
Sometimes when I’m alone
The doubt creeps back in
But mostly you complete me
It’s an unstrained kind of relationship
Zero expectations
Pleasant surprises
You make dreams come true
Together we are building a home