Notes from Daddy's Desk

One Couch; One Blanket

One couch, one blanket. Two bodies. Four arms. Four legs. One union of parts.

Two heartbeats finding rhythm for one beat; one song.

I have seen heaven and it is the shape and consistency of that couch; that blanket.

So much life happens under one blanket, on one couch…

 Lovers meet there and exchange love. Sometimes they need the blanket to shield their secret touches; sometimes they need the cover and warmth after the last of the body fluids has dried. Like true lovers, the couch and blanket are inextricably shackled together; the couch loses its most magical qualities without the blanket; while the blanket has no purpose without its companion couch.

Tickles happen on that couch. Fears are faced- sometimes under the blanket. Children are snuggled there. Pains are eased there. Plans are made, and dreams are dreamt. Late night conversations with no lights on are best under that blanket…on that couch.

  There is a lot of room on that couch for families. Late afternoon naps, Saturday morning fun-

But that couch best serves as the place of dreams for two lovers who mingle their worlds under that blanket.

I have seen the future of that magical place…deep conversations, shared sweetnesses, healing hands. Touches of tenderness and mercy…whispers of love and promise.

  For every late night sexfest, there will be a daytime of utility, covering all who sit themselves there. It is a place of peace, and of refuge. Seating of importance, always. It is a playground for quelling love’s desires…and the heart of a family’s love.

I have seen heaven…and it looks like this to me.