Pennies pockets and patience

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I believe in lucky pennies.
Pennies that appear on pavement, shining.
Not when you're looking but when you need them.
I often pocket the pennies,
or pause to flip them over to fulfill their purpose.

A trail of pennies across the pavement brought me to you.

Pennies I had placed in cupholders,
Tossed into wishing wells,
and handed to wanting hands.

And suddenly when I looked up from the pavement I realized that you were

All the pennies I had picked up
and placed in jars
and pockets
and ashtrays.

I no longer have to ask for spare change,
Collecting it on corners,
Because when you laugh it sounds like coins falling together,
and I pocket that sound in my piggy bank heart.

And sometimes I push my hands deep in your pockets and you ask what I'm looking for
But I've already found it.

You ask me if you're loving me the way I need to be loved
And to let you know when that changes,
and I'm a pillar of pennies,
because I'm the luckiest girl in the world.

There’s a collection plate between us as we exchange thoughts,
And as I kiss your shoulder each night I can taste the copper on your skin.

You’re all I ever wished for.

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