To Wake

A lazy morning,
gossamer light filtering through
window shades drawn against
whatever we fear.
I roll over and carelessly
fumble for your skin,
wish I could
(inhale you)bring you closer
rib to spine, we mingle for a moment.
And the second comes, turn your head
just enough
I'm hungry for that look in your eye.
Slow, smoky smile, make me close my
eyes and bring in the scent on a deep breath
(the smell of your sleep, ah god yes)
and exhale
and my hands need
someplace to be
can you find such a place
for me?
I thought you could.
Belly to belly,
exposing all the softnesses we possess
to each other,
only each other.
A slow,
thoughtless,
thorough
kissing of the lips,
the neck,
and down
and on.
Ivory goddess mine.
I round your curves with what
fluid grace my limbs allow.
Grateful for the moment, for
the sunshine, for the
kisses and the muzzy-headed delight
in each other.

Close your eyes, honey.