I've got Your song inside My head and
Your voice a symphony
it sings of
of You and I
bright sun-splashed Sunday mornings
entangled
deep beneath the covers
the laughter of Our touching skin
fluent in the language of love

there is poetry in Your smile
each verse a kiss
a brazen dance
gently circling
on the front porch in verdant spring
the screen door's creaking frame
the only sound
amid Our whispers
and Our tender shuffling steps

You are My gift
My dream awake