Poetry

Late morning rays feel their way up the bedroom wall
A reminder that the day had just begun
Cool sheets hug your contour and on me also fall
As I, first to wake, do loathe the sun.

Still, I lay there awed by your face in morning light
Your look of sweet repose calls out to me
A sigh escapes your parted lips in memory of the night
With a playful smile, brief though it may be.

When at last my love, your eyes they opened wide
Into my own they found me deep in wonder
From dream to waking dream there I lay still by your side
And from your side I never more will wander.

                                                 ~Christopher Thor Britt