Some mornings I wake from a kiss upon my lips

The kiss of a lover or the kiss of the morning sun

And when I feel that breath upon my lips I stir and look about

At times all I see is the light coming through my window and falling gently upon the bed

But at others I see your smile and I catch my reflection in your eye.  

My hands goes up to the back of your head and I pull you to me - to taste the sun upon your mouth