I love the smell of your skin
When I wake at 2.40 am
Your sleepy face unaware of my eyes
Sinking slowly in

The way you look when you wake
Momentarily all dazed and confused
I hold you tight against my chest
And hope that I don't loose

The speckles of brown dots
Smothering your face
Creeping around your skin
I trace each freckle very carefully
And beam a secret grin.

*A.R