i trace your cartography with my fingertips
as the yawning sun filters through the blinds.  
your chin sits on my chest, confident, at rest.
you smirk before you kiss me, run your hands
through my hair, and whisper, “g'morning, love.”
i chart your valleys, climb your mountains, slip
into the crevasse parting greedily to admit me.
you are a new world, one i only yearn to explore,
to document, to adore. you’re built of marble,
somehow delicate, yet firm
all at once, as if you were set
into the corridors of my mind, chiseled
by divine hands. you're a relief
easing anxiety, a treasure
to cherish every morning
when i open my eyes
to burgeoning life.