he watches her when she’s not looking
thinking him asleep in their bed
nestled beneath the covers
he wonders
of the fears that live
inside her head
that she’s not beautiful enough
or smart enough
for him to love her forever
nor thin enough like the others
who came before
does she know, he wonders,
as he reaches for her
that she is his harbor,
his anchor,
his shore.

This is for National Poetry Month, where I’m writing on a theme. Inspired by Álvaro de la Herrán‘s video for GQ Spain called Mine