A break of beams rush through the blinds.
Sleep sizzles in my ears and nose.
I sink beside your wall of skin.
Our eyes are heavy and
Flutter from the weight of eachothers sight.
Words week out and hang
Between our lips.
A good morning is sung
As my hands stretch over to you.
Your warmth vibrates into my palm
As I grasp
More and more of you.
Mornings this bright
Leave me dazed,
But my mornings would be nothing without you.