There are yellow daisies,
Two pairs of glasses,
And a watch abandoned in the dark.
There are socks strewn across the floor,
Jeans, a belt, a bra.
I am curled like a comma
Next to your heated skin,
Listening to you breathing in,
And out--
Rhythmic like the tides.
The stars have faded.
The morning light may soon trickle in,
but for a silent, suspended moment--
It's just you and me
On the cusp of dawn