Alabaster and her
The only one's true
White as angel wings
Sure as the only sky blue
Morning ritual as I wipe
Sleepy eyes free of crust
Peruse the first light of sun
Glancing over her thigh her arms
Beside an in shade still face
Still in dreams and rest
Peacefulness beauty gift
I rise early to partake
As one bountiful lucky soul
Would smartly surely do
Before the eyes focus and this vision
Turns into a dream
I am myself unaware of having
And if reality it is
This cup of coffee
I confess,
Will me to kissing her
Or an empty
pillow
Next.