these quiet morning moments weaving through
my heart's loom,
stitching glimmering thread
softly into my bed sheets.
the look in your eyes as we wake and  simultaneously
spiral back into each other -
vine wrapped delicately round the tree bark.
hands holding skin and unspoken words,
cradling a newborn slurring smiles in return.
yawning fingers intent on methodically massaging out
knots and jagged gaps,
reminded to not mold, reminded to let moments unfold, reminded to not hold on
too long.
tranquility in tender lips, airy down the spine,
reclining a mind bent over fever dreams,
gently tugging it back to reality.
grounding toes and cracking bones
and stretching an intimacy in patient growth.
set the day's metronome to the swsh-swsh of bristles on sleepy teeth,
swsh-swsh-swsh-swsh trying not to giggle spit sticky wishes,
tempering my touch with a lagging time piece,
keeping hasty hankerings in a box at my feet.
breathing the unmistakable scent of you in deep -
shanti shanti shanti
whispered across heavy-lidded eyes.
let me steep
my longing with tea leaves,
come drink the morning sky with me.