It is on mornings like these that I see you in my bed
sprawling out and waking like a tabby cat in the sun
the feel of your silk pajamas
the feel of your feet brushing against my calves every so often
the shift of your weight pulls me closer to you
And I cannot help but turn around to look at your blossoming eyes
and your shy smirk
glistening in the daybreak light.
And I cannot help but think that if I had one morning like this
with you
in my bed
it would be a sunny day, and I'd be happy.