Muscles

(I had started writing a new collection of poetry in 2020, just before COVID hit, to have been titled: "Moving On." I never finished it, and no longer have the desire to. Still, I wrote these and there's no reason not to share them.)

I remember I once wrote

"Who the hell wants to snuggle with a rock anyway?"

Granted,

I knew quite a few people

Who would gladly snuggle with The Rock

If given the opportunity;

I just never understood the attraction.

Then, late one night,

After the playoff game,

I gave you the green light

To retire your jersey until next season.

Seeing the ripples on your arms,

Resting my head on one,

Your bicep my new favorite pillow,

I wondered how

I could finally have gotten so lucky.