Postpandemicish 6/16/21 Poem by Shawn Marie Edmiston

I am guilty
Of underrating comfortable in life
I always chased excitement
And my next adrenaline high,
But now that I've checked the boxes,
Scaled the heights and seen the views,
I have come to appreciate this level
Of comfortable.
Comfortable enough to enjoy the air
Flowing across my bare skin
With you just as naked beside me
As we talk about anything, everything.
You see, naked is exactly that,
No clothes to hide the scars, the age, or
The lack of discipline.
And to share that nakedness with someone
Who is just as happy to be this comfortable,
With someone who has no
Expectation of perfection
And really no criticism,
Could be considered apathy,
I suppose,
But I prefer euphemism,
So comfortable is the gift
Of this.