Morning Glory

I walk softly through the early morning mist wrapped warmly against the dawn chill, my breath hanging in the still air like the unspoken thoughts on my mind.

I approach your room, pausing as a dog walker shuffles by on the opposite side of the road. I don’t want to share this moment with anyone. I want it to be just us; alone.

I gently open the door, my chest heaves and I am sure my heart pounds loudly enough to wake the neighbours as I glimpse the muted outline of your still form lying there under the covers. You sleep.

I stand beside you, straining to catch any sound then gently lift the covers revealing a beauty and symmetry in form that is startling even after all these years.

I caress you; I know which buttons to press. We are comfortable with each other so there is no need for small talk.  I slide wordlessly on top of you and suddenly awakened, together we become one, riding through the clear air of the early dawn.

 My thoughts roam free and my mood soars with the exhilaration and the joy of this experience, this coming together, this journey, this life.

Over the horizon sunlight streams down though a copse of trees burning the mist away then growing stronger, the heat of the day devouring the purity of the dawn until it resembles the faded images of old photographs my dad used to show me of his early years; back in the day.

We are one now, my love, together for just a short time yet these precious moments make this life worth living; an elixir of life, you are an expression of my joy, of freedom and ultimately, one day, my death.

We are nearly home now, weary, yet satisfied, I have hope for tomorrow and the desire to repeat this as I lift you back under the covers and you lie there gently sighing after our exertions.

I watch and wait – until with a last sigh, you are still;

My beautiful Triumph Bonneville