The feeling of your breath upon my face,
The crisp morning air threading fingers through my hair,
I wish that there was nothing more to life,
Than standing here with you at 7:12 AM.
Each time I look at you, I am blinded by a rush
Of light, filtered through watery skies,
Like pools of gold, pink, soft blue paint
Splashing over the horizon, spilling all over my heart
Which yearns for your touch.
A slight brush of sunlight against my knee,
A tug of warmth at my waist, my arms, my chest
And I don’t remember how to breathe anymore.
If I could call this forever, stop the time,
Every day I would watch the sun rise.
