Her smile was his sanctuary.
It had everything needed to shelter him for years.
Comfort, protection, strength, hope.
He’d memorized that smile.
The way it raced out of the rustic luxury of her whole being,
Crooked and smartly curved north with a hint of gums.
An indelible compass to fresh wonder,
Her smile lit up his soul in slow-motion.
Feeding, nourishing, cleansing, stabilizing.
It signaled all was right in the world even when it was upside down,
That greater parts of his purpose were being fulfilled.
She’d rescue herself from everything life threw at her
So, she let him be the clown who’d walk across a rainbow
To paint delight on his lovely warrior’s face
And save himself.
Better For That 
What a delightful read. I loved it.
Thanks so much!
Beautifully penned!
Thank you, Eliza. It was fun to write.
You always have the best lines, like these: She’d rescue herself from everything life threw at her
So, she let him be the clown who’d walk across a rainbow
To paint delight on his lovely warrior’s face
And save himself.
I stared at these words for quite a while, like yep.
Thank you. I love men who love warrior women. We can fight our own fights, but make us smile or laugh and that’s gold.