Holding Her

The other day,
Out of nowhere
I wanted a hug.
We were busy;
Life crackled around us,
It's Spring and
The seeds are sprouting and
The house wants cleaning and
The new stove is still being broken in and
There are grandkids to look after and
All that.

I was in the kitchen.
She was buzzing around me
Like the bees we keep finding
In the kitchen sink.
She handed me something (probably something to put away),
And flitted into the other room
To work on yet another quilting project.

I felt empty. I wanted her there, in front of me,
Waiting to be embraced.
"Can't I have a hug?" I pleaded.
Immediately she came back to me;
Moved into my hungry arms.

The uninitiated and unknowing say,
How can two women "fit"?
The parts aren't "right".
They just don't know.
Our bodies flow and merge together
Because we are the same; we mesh and mingle
Morph and move until there is no space between us.

I am 5 inches taller than she is.
Her head rests just exactly under my chin
And on "the shelf".
Our bellies are made to cuddle each other.
We fuse, chin over head, cheek to hair, breast to cheek, to breast to belly to thigh all the way to the floor, like two trees suddenly growing together out of one trunk.
Even our roots I can feel twining together.

It happens in seconds. It lasts for the whole day.
That's how I hug my wife.