Before the dusting
In my eyes can be swept
My arms are already
Searching for you.
Your lips
Slightly parted,
Inviting me
To kiss them.
Listening to your
Steady breaths,
Watching your chest
Rise and fall.
The stillness
And peacefulness
That rests upon
Your eyelids,
Make me want
To relive this
Every morning
For the rest of my days.