SLEEPY FROM DREAMS

 SLEEPY FROM DREAMS

Soft and warm lips and skin,

she owns, that I cannot get enough of;

smiling so long, so much, it hurts,

at the joyfulness;

the gift of her presence, so true,

the best of you,

that you give to me, unasked, anew.  

Awakening, after an evening

of double-digit-hours of lovemaking,

my eyes notice, sharp and clear—

not blurred by fatigue, but alive,

tracing the map of your form,

where shadows dance on curves,

a landscape I’ve come to revere.  

My eyes, who, before you,

would’ve been too tired to care,

saw, and found, in random places,

the tender reveal of exposed skin;

a shoulder kissed by morning glow,

a wrist escaping the blanket’s hold,

peeking, previewing, soft and slow.  

Unaware, as you stretched,

loosening muscles taut from night,

and mustering the energy to

talk your feet out of bed’s delight,

your body sang a quiet tune—

limbs unfolding like petals at dawn,

a private ballet beneath the moon.  

Oblivious, how I stole glances of

your subtleties, your gentle grace,

just when you thought no one was watching,

I drank in every fleeting trace:

the arch of your neck as you sighed,

the flutter of lashes half-awake,

a beauty you never tried to hide.  

In my eye’s reflection,

you would have seen the

indescribable, natural,

sleepy-from-dreams-face,

a canvas of peace, still soft with rest,

as you turned toward me, unhurried,

your warmth a quiet, unspoken quest.  

Face to face, the world held still,

your first words, of this day,

are the smiles you greet me with—

a language beyond what lips could say,

a curve of joy, a silent vow,

that wraps me in its tender play.  

And as the sun crept through the blinds,

casting stripes across the floor,

I lingered in that sacred pause,

craving you a little more.

Your breath, a rhythm soft and near,

wove through the stillness we adore,

a melody I’ll always hear.  

Through hours lost to love’s embrace,

we built a haven, stitch by stitch,

and now, in morning’s gentle light,

our souls entwine without a hitch.

Your laughter hums beneath my skin,

a spark no time can overwrite,