Early morning wake to
the pale yellow sun streaming
gently through the broken blinds.
Rolling over onto the warmth
of another body
I can still say is mine.
Olive skin, speckled with scars
and freckles- perfect imperfections
all but your double-sugar dark roast eyes.
Time lingers as you watch me
wake, semi-concious smiles
of the brand new day.
Goodmorning beautiful, I love you
I couldn't tell you
a better thing to say.
Mar 20, 2015
Mar 20, 2015 at 10:57 AM UTC
Early morning wake to
the pale yellow sun streaming
gently through the broken blinds.
Rolling over onto the warmth
of another body
I can still say is mine.
Olive skin, speckled with scars
and freckles- perfect imperfections
all but your double-sugar dark roast eyes.
Time lingers as you watch me
wake, semi-concious smiles
of the brand new day.
Goodmorning beautiful, I love you
I couldn't tell you
a better thing to say.
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