Got My Guard Up

He is my favorite. He is my favorite guard and I'm going to tell you why. He is big. He is beautiful. He is young. He is dedicated. And a little slow.
He waits for me. He waits for me, that guard does. And I am glad to see him.
When I put my key in the door in the pre dawn hours and I see his muscular body sitting in the darken office, my morning instantly brightens. I know the hours between 4 and 6 will start gentle, the way nature intended.
I pour myself into the chair across from his and sigh. That is all he needs from me, only a sigh.
He does not speak to me at first. But when he does turn toward me, and he always does, his movements are liquid.
And then his smile. His smile warms me. Like a blanket unfolding it's self around me, his smile draws me in, before he begins.
His voice is amiable in my ear. Low and smooth his words greet me. He speaks of beautiful things. Places that bring him joy. Idea's that bring him passion. Thoughts I yearn to hear more of.
We sit there together in that office behind the one way glass watching the heart of the facility stir to life. I watch the cooks create the breakfast and he makes sure we are safe. He is the first person I see in the morning and I the last he sees at night. He needs someone to talk too, and all I can do is listen. We are a good pair, he and I. We are a good pair. He will tell you that, and I will only nod when he does.