Morning With You
Morning sunlight sifts through the lacy curtain
It dapples the wonder of you
Lying naked on soft satin sheets.
The liquid silver forest of your chest
Undulating with each breath you take.
My sleepy eyes absorb the beauty of you
I hoard these visions
In a secret corner of my mind
Hoping the day will never come
When I shall have to take them out.
Leaning on an elbow, I survey you
Have there been any changes in the night?
Is my treasure still secure?
Your silky lashes twitch in dream time
A smile invades your lips.
Guilt floods me. I should be rising.
There�s coffee to make.
But how can I leave you?
How can I drag myself away
From these precious moments?
The answer comes to me.
I slide my foot along the side of yours.
Toes touching toes I try to wake you.
Sorry my love.
There�s coffee to make.
Awake now, the dream still on your face,
You turn to me and smile.
Your arms reach for me and I know.
Coffee will be late this morning.
There�s love to make.