Is it?

I'm on a illegitimate writing kick lately, sorry for all this tripe...

Is it…?
Is it your hand, big and warm, dwarfing and enveloping mine?
Is it the contented purr of your snoring in the dark, quiet hours of early morning?
Is it slick soap suds clinging to the dark curls of your chest hair in the shower?
Is it the tight curve of your body and mine beneath soft sheets?
Is it the way your smile pulls one from behind my lips no matter what my mood?
Is it your eyes, quiet and tender, when they meet mine?
Is it how there’s no one else in the restaurant when you talk about your day?
Is it your toothbrush lying next to mine on the bathroom counter?
Is it your great strong arms with their gentle embrace?
Is it lazy weekend mornings, sunlight striping the pillows through the blinds?
Is it finishing one another’s sentences and laughing at the same jokes?
Is it walking side by side in spring under the green oak canopies?
Is it stretching out half-asleep on the couch watching movies?
Is it forgetting to ever fight, criticize, take for granted?
Is it…?