Made For Me
He folds me
into warm arms,
a safe place
that has been mine
for fifty-four years,
and will belong to me
for as long as we
both shall breathe.
He holds my hand
during long walks
through woods,
mountains or along seashores.
Over the years,
we have inhaled
sea air
pine scents,
camellias,
and fields of wild flowers,
beneath the sun, moon
and stardust
twinkling down on us.
I fit into the hollow
just beneath his chin,
the place
meant just for me.
–Toni Louise Diol