The One Thing

She does this thing

When after she’s showered

And shaved all of her lady parts

But before she asks me

To rub moisturizing lotion into her back

She does this thing

Where she puts a single curler

At the front of her hair

And rolls up her bangs

The curler just hangs there

And while she waits

For her hair to set like that

She stands in front of the windows

Full of morning sun 

And bird chatter

Rubbing lotion into the rest of her body

Then she puts on a sexy bra

And panties

Her silhouette slightly filtered

Through sleepy-blurred eyes

Against 

The backdrop of goldleaf light

I watch the same scene

Every morning

As she gets ready for work

I finally roll over
Frustrated

And drift back off

Digging the fact that she leaves before me

All of that 

Not to be wasted

She does this thing

Before she walks out the door

And I hear the chime

Of her car as she hits the unlock button

On her keys

And she goes out

Into the rest 

Of the world