I discovered beauty in the morning light,
and in the incongruent lines of your smirk
which is facing sideways at the moment;
your head resting on my pillow.

The slow buzzing of the outside world waking up
is no threat to the solace that I found last night
in your arms before we went to bed;
I do not move away from them.

One cold and quick caress from the breeze of daybreak,
yet another that is warm and lingering from your fingertips
leave me undecided between pulling the sheets closer,
or loving you again,

and again,

and again,

and again.