the first rays of morning light
tip-tap at eyes lidded with stardust.

remnants of galaxies tumble off onto pillows as
fox-hair lashes blink
open to greet the shining face before them
and close again to feel:

the weight of steady arms encompassing
a body melting into feathers,
the even ascending and receding
of an open chest upon bare shoulders,
the gentle breeze breathing from
one face to its lover's,
the warmth of capillaries whispering secrets
across porous boundaries of skin,
the pulsing signals of a heart's morse code
teaching the process of recognition,
the subtle scent of complexities
compounded in spiritual intimacy,
the longing to stay suspended in early hours of sun
inside the tranquil essence of another's being.